The Colonists Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

We have heard a voice that calls us -
A voice that bids us go -
A voice that bids us waken
From the narrow world we know.
We go to do our duty,
Unfearing toil and pain,
For the flag, the flag of England,
The flag that rules the main!

There are fairer meads in England
Than these, so parched and sere;
The wild bird's song in England
Is sweeter far than here

We may not dwell in England,
For we have work to do
For the land, the land of England,
The land we love so true!

Still, still the sons of England
Pursue the onward track,
Tho' men who look not forward
Strive hard to hold them back.
Still, still the word is 'Onward!'
With hearts that fear not blame,
On the way, the way of Britons,
The way that leads to fame!