SHALL we sing of Loyalty
To the far Souths fiery youth?
Yeabut let the pæan be
Of loyalty to God and Truth:
To Man, to progress, and to all
The free things, nobly free,
Of which their loved Australia shall
The golden cradle be.
Hark! her star-eyed Destinies
Pour their voices oer the seas
Hither, to the Land of Gold,
All who would be free!
Here a diadem behold
For immortal Liberty!
Not for Old World queens and kings,
Villain Slaverys outworn things!
Shall we sing of Loyalty
In this new and genial Land?
Yeabut let the pæan be
Of loyalty to Loves command,
To Thought, to Beauty, and to all
The glorious Arts that yet
In golden Australasia shall
Like chrysolites be set.
