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14 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!

MELBOURNE

Greeting! Nor fear nor favour won us place,

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!

BRISBANE

The northern stirp beneath the southern skies—

I build a Nation for an Empire's need,

Suffer a little, and my land shall rise,

Queen over lands indeed!