No Foe Shall Gather Our Harvest by Dame Mary Gilmore

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No Foe Shall Gather Our Harvest

Sons of the mountains of Scotland,
Welshmen of coomb and defile,
Breed of the moors of England,
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Dame Mary Gilmore

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Sian Thomas (9/14/2006 4:32:00 AM)
i was studying the Australian expierence in school when i came across this poem as one of my texts. it was interesting to notice how ironic some of the lines are when you view them from the perspective of an Indigenous Australian, especially those of 'fashioning the land' and continually reference to the stockyard rail which is of course a European Invention.

William Burt (10/13/2004 4:22:00 PM)
I remember reading the poem at school and being overwhelmed by the patriotism is exudes.

Mary Gilmore is representative of an Australia long gone; an Australia which truly saw itself as a new experiment in democracy and had no doubt about its superiority not only over those nations to our North but over the 'old and tired' nations of Europe.

To 'sit on the stockyard rail' is a metephor for visiting as a friend.

I truly love this poem and my chest swells and my eyes water when I read it