A Psalm Of Councel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Though some good folks may take it illA
As trifling with parsonic frillA
Thus saith the Lord to Jim and BillA
In admonition stern and straightB
Ye hold from Me the brightest zonesC
The fairest realm this planet ownsC
Guarded on every side by JonesC
And standing yet inviolateD
So far so good And all the restE
Amounting to a racial testE
May be compendiously express'dE
In four short words Be Up To DateB
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Australia is the unit ThereF
This Commonwealth denotes your shareF
Ye have no loyalty to spareF
In spite of all your Empire prateB
For though the Motherland be goodB
Yet may some oddities intrudeB
Which it would be extremely rudeB
On your poor part to imitateB
For instance if she should be lameG
It's not included in the gameG
That you should limp behind the dameG
By way of keeping Up To DateB
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AUSTRALIA IS THE UNIT mindB
With bounds unchangeably defin'dB
A continent to you assign'dB
That is the primary postulateB
One 'angry cloth' to call your ownH
One scorn for every brand of droneH
One slant eyed menace yours aloneH
Involving each ingredient StateB
The Commonwealth is paramountB
City or province merely countB
As streamlets from that central fountB
Provided you are Up To DateB
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If you should fail with such a startB
To lead the world in Thought and ArtB
You're only fit to draw a cartB
Which probably would be your fateB
Now take the tip of Holy WritB
You won't survive unless you're fitB
And something more than honest gritB
Must go to make a people greatB
An Asiatic boundary fenceI
Is little better than pretenceI
Unless you're white in every senseI
Unless in fact you're Up To DateB
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Ye have an old man job on handB
One that will tax your sense and sandB
The building of a nation grandB
Is not accomplish'd while you waitB
Put not your trust in men of girthJ
Who should have left this waken'd earthJ
About the period of their birthJ
And lived in times appropriateB
For well a day their date is fledB
Unearned Prerogative is deadB
And Decency may reign insteadB
But only if you're Up To DateB
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Touching your own forefathers' caseI
Ask History what has taken placeI
Since Dago legions made the paceI
Say Anno DominiK
Thrice has the Motherland been lostB
Three separate times has she been boss'dB
By enterprising foes who crossedB
The German Sea or Dover StraitB
While Bulldog Boys with clods and sticksI
Fail'd to frustrate their knavish tricksI
Hence Freedom's show was simply nixI
Which came of not being Up To DateB
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Till torn with feud or sick with rotB
Or reconciled to Slavery's lotB
And ripe for wiping off the slateB
A parcel of anointed skunksI
A crowd that views its work and funksI
A push of despots scabs and drunksI
I will by no means tolerateB
Assyria therefore had to goL
The Roman Greek and Ikey MoL
Gehenna gapes and rightly soL
For nations drifting Out Of DateB
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Look out for snakes among the grassI
The noisy parish minded assI
The paltry devotee of ClassI
The preacher of sectarian hateB
To give such pests an honest dealM
With justice to the public wealM
You may respect their narrow zealM
But count them foes within the gateB
Should they as candidates appearN
Dispose them in their proper sphereN
That is to say upon their earO
Your statesmen must be Up To DateB
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Beware of Thrift's insidious creedB
That gospel of the moral weedB
For when a race professes GreedB
True aspiration must stagnateB
But don't denounce with censure rashP
The helpful medium known as cashP
Nor swamp it in a futile splashP
Blind to what may eventuateB
Don't underrate what gonce can doB
Yet always keep in easy viewB
The unpretentious six by twoB
Which places Mammon Out Of DateB
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You can't do better than applyM
The Reverend Hervey's rousing cryM
Who bids you Set Your Standards HighM
And never pause nor deviateB
This also you must realizeI
However high those standards riseI
In ethic or artistic guiseI
Your potencies are adequateB
By all round worth success is wonQ
And though you have no soft thing onR
Be sure distinction waits uponR
The nation that is Up To DateB
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The point of honour is your cruxI
Run always straight and chance the ducksI
For in this world of constant fluxI
The higher type must dominateB
All fetish forms you may neglectB
But vices that command respectB
And virtues that are least correctB
You will do well to cultivateB
Confront the proud sustain the weakS
And not for you shall Freedom shriekS
Till falls your Kosciusko peakS
Assuming you are Up To DateB

Joseph Furphy



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