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Behind the mist my virgin ramparts lie,
Sleepless and veiled am I!
Quebec and Montreal.
Foolish and causeless, half in jest, half hate.
And, fearing no man, wait!
Victoria. From East to West the circling word has passed,
Till West is East beside our land-locked blue; From East to West the tested chain holds fast,
The well-forged link rings true!
Capetown. Hail! Snatched and bartered oft from hand to
hand, I dream my dream, by rock and heath and pine, Of Empire to the northward. Ay, one land
From Lion's Head to Line!
Got between greed of gold and dread of drouth, Loud-voiced and reckless as the wild tide-race
That whips our harbour-mouth!
Sydney. Greeting! My birth-stain have I turned to good;
Forcing strong wills perverse to steadfastness; The first flush of the tropics in my blood,
And at my feet Success!
I build a nation for an Empire's need,
Queen over lands indeed!
God flung me peace and ease.
On us, on us the unswerving season smiles,
To seek the Happy Isles !
England's Answer. Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than
to ban; Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man. Flesh of the flesh that I bred, bone of the bone
that I bare; Stark as your sons shall be—stern as your fathers
were. Deeper than speech our love, stronger than life
our tether, But we do not fall on the neck nor kiss when we
come together. My arm is nothing weak, my strength is not gone
by; Sons, I have borne many sons but my dugs are
Look, I have made ye a place and opened wide
the doors, That ye may talk together, your Barons and Coun
cillorsWards of the Outer March, Lords of the Lower
Seas, Ay, talk to your gray mother that bore you on her
knees ! That ye may. talk together, brother to brother's
faceThus for the good of your peoples—thus for the
Pride of the Race. Also, we will make promise. So long as The
Blood endures, I shall know that your good is mine: ye shall feel
that my strength is yours: In the day of Armageddon, at the last great fight
of all, That Our House stand together and the pillars do
not fall. Draw now the three-fold knot firm on the nine
fold bands, And the Law that ye make shall be law after the
rule of your lands. This for the waxen Heath, and that for the Wattle
This for the Maple-leaf, and that for the southern
Broom. The Law that ye make shall be law and I do not
press my will, Because ye are Sons of The Blood and call me
Mother still. Now must ye speak to your kinsmen and they
must speak to you, After the use of the English, in straight-flung words
and few. Go to your work and be strong, halting not in
your ways, Baulking the end half-won for an instant dole of · praise. Stand to your work and be wise-certain of sword
and pen, Who are neither children nor Gods, but men in a
world of men!