Southern garland . Copyright, 1903, hy The BulletinNewspaper Company, Limited. AUSTRALIA LAST sea-thing dredged by sailor Time from Space,Are yoit a drift Sargasso, where the WestIn halcyon calm rebuilds he^ fatal nest ?Or Deles of a coming Sun-Gods race ?Are you for Light, and trimmed, with oil in placeyOr but a Will d Wisp on marshy quest ?A new demesne for Mammon to infest ?Or lurks millennial Eden neath your face ? The cenotaphs of species dead elseiuhereThat in your li7nits leap and swim and fly,Or trail uncanny harp-st7ings from your omens with the auo^uries that dareTo plant t
Southern garland . Copyright, 1903, hy The BulletinNewspaper Company, Limited. AUSTRALIA LAST sea-thing dredged by sailor Time from Space,Are yoit a drift Sargasso, where the WestIn halcyon calm rebuilds he^ fatal nest ?Or Deles of a coming Sun-Gods race ?Are you for Light, and trimmed, with oil in placeyOr but a Will d Wisp on marshy quest ?A new demesne for Mammon to infest ?Or lurks millennial Eden neath your face ? The cenotaphs of species dead elseiuhereThat in your li7nits leap and swim and fly,Or trail uncanny harp-st7ings from your omens with the auo^uries that dareTo plant the Cross upon your forehead sky,A virgin helpmate Ocean at your knees. to Young Democracy. DA WNWARD ? Dawnward ? HAT reddish veil •which oer the faceOf night-hag East is drawn . .Flames new disaster for the race ?Or can it be the Dawn ? Those mutterings horizonward . What destinies are there ?Do organed Hopes triumphant chord, Or thunders roar Despair ? What gifts are those the clouds release As far ahead they scud ?Are they the genial rains of Peace, Or deluges of blood ? Our motley masses struggle slow^Mid wilderness, through sands; Our flags with fetish watchwords glowAbove the gloomy bands. Three watchwords! Will they glorify,Or weave us fates more stark ? Lead daw^nward from this lowering sky,Or downward to the dark? Will Freedom ! over Athens* scrolls Our greater glory carve ?Or prove mere choice to sell our souls To Mammon or—to starve ? Content with Freedoms forms, shall we Real tyranny sybaritic apathy Or mad forgetfulness? DaiVnward ? Equality! Will each a king Become, a seer, a sage ?Or will it ruthless all men flingIn cosmic helotage ? Will
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