by Henry Lawson
'Twas a land set apart for a nation
Predestined for times like these -
Se apart, in the Great Creation,
By its place in the midst of the seas;
'Tis a land where national honour
Might rise with a stained name!
And the people be wise and prosper,
And freedom forgot her shame!
Andthe wealth of the people only
Be told by the wealth of the State
In the dawn of the Worlds enlightenment
To the old lands come too late!
Last updated September 04, 2015