The Australiad - (a Poem For Children.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of SpainA
And sire he said I bring thy ships in safety home againB
From seas unsailed of mariner in all the days of yoreC
Where reefs and islets insect built arise from ocean's floorC
And sire the land we sought is found its coasts lay full in viewD
When homeward bound perforce I sailed at the bidding of my crewD
Terra Australis called I it and linked therewith the nameE
Of Him who guideth as of old in cloud and starry flameE
And grant me ships again he said and southward let me goF
A new Peru may wait thee there another MexicoF
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A threadbare suitor year by year There is a land said heG
While King and Court grew weary of this old man of the seaG
For there were heretics to burn and Holland to subdueD
And England to be humbled which this day remains to doD
O land he named but never saw his memory revereH
The gallant disappointed heart let him be honoured hereI
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Meanwhile the hardy Dutchmen came as ancient charts attestJ
Hartog and Nuyts and Carpenter and Tasman and the restJ
But found not forests rich in spice nor market for their waresK
Nor servile tribes to toil o'ertasked 'mid pestilential airsK
And deemed it scarce worth while to claim so poor a continentL
But with their slumberous tropic isles thenceforward were contentM
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And then came Dampier who erewhile upon the Spanish MainA
For silver laden galleons lurked and great was his disdainA
Good ships beside from France were sent good ships and gallant crewsN
With Marion and D'Entrecasteaux and the far famed La PerouseN
And still of all who sought or saw the voyages were vainA
Australia ne'er was farm for boers nor mission field for SpainA
Nor fleur de lys nor tricolor was ever planted hereI
And Britain's flag to hoist was not for hands of buccaneerI
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But to our lovely Eastern coast led by auspicious starsN
Came Cook in the Endeavour with his little band of tarsN
Who straight on shores of Botany old England's ensign rearedO
With mighty dim of musketry and noise of them that cheeredO
And none of all his noble fleets who sixty years was kingP
A prize so goodly ever brought as that small ship did bringP
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And who was he the FIRST to find Australia passing fairQ
One who aforetime well had served his country otherwhereQ
Who to the heights of Abraham up the swift St Lawrence ledR
When on the moonless battle eve the midnight oarsmen spedR
No worthier captain British deck before or since hath trodS
He never feared the face of man but feared alway his GodS
His crew he cherished tenderly and kept his honour brightT
For with the helpless blacks he dealt as if they had been whiteT
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A boy erewhile of lowly birth self taught a poor man's sonU
But a hero and a gentleman if ever there was oneU
And when at last by savage hands on wild Owyhee slainA
He left a deathless memory a name without a stainA
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'Tis but a hundred years ago as nearly as may beG
Since good King George's vessel first anchored in BotanyG
A hundred years Yet oh how many changes there have beenV
Unclasp thy volume History and say what thou hast seenW
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Old England and her colonies stand face to face as foesN
And now their orators inveigh and now their armies closeN
In vain our mother land for once thy sword is drawn in vainA
Allies and enemies alike thy children are the slainA
Though save as victor never 'twas thy wont to quit the fieldX
Relenting filled thy valiant heart and thou wast fain to yieldX
Ah well for loss of those fair States might King and Commons mournY
There lay in south a goodly bough from England's rose tree tornY
But now how deep its roots have struck how stately stands the stemZ
How lovely on its branches leaf and flower and dewy gemZ
New life from that sore severance to our sister scion cameE
God speed thee young America we glory in thy fameE
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The storm that shook the Western World now eastward breaks anewD
And oh how black the tempest is which blotteth out the blueD
And over thee ill fortuned France what floods resistless rollA2
A tidal wave of blood no pitying planet may controlA2
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Like Samson toiling blind and bound to furnish food for thoseN
Who light withheld and liberty and mocked at all his woesN
So have thy people held their peace so laboured so have borneY
The burden serfdom ever bears the sorrow and the scornY
But as with groping giant hands he seized the pillars twainA
And made Philistia's land one house of mourning for the slainA
So rise they frenzied at the last by centuries of wrongB2
And wreak a vengeance dreadful as their sufferings have been longB2
The vile Bastille is overthrown the Monarchy lies lowF
The fetters of the Feudal Age are broken at a blowF
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Of Poland parted for a prey dire Nemesis shall tellC2
When o'er the dead in Cracow's vault shall ring Oppression's knellC2
Now Erin from her Sister Isle awhile was fain to partD2
For Strongbow's arrow rankled long within her wounded heartD2
And long by desecrated fane and fireless hearth she wailedE2
Where brutal Ireton's Herod host their murderous pikes had trailedE2
Here shine the names she holdeth dear and prize them well she mayF2
Past soldiers of a Frankish prince or peers of CastlereaghD
The gifted ones who pled for her 'gainst bigotry and prideG2
The gallant ones who died for her when young Fitzgerald diedG2
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Enough enough forbear to trace the record of the ageH2
Where elder nations are inscribed through each distressful pageH2
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But hearken how for once at least without an army's aidI2
A people's lines the lines of her who holds the South were laidI2
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Five thousand leagues of ocean 'twixt the old home and the newD
And lodging strait and scanty fare the weary voyage throughD
And toil and hardship safely past and crossed the perilous mainA
Never to tread on English ground 'mid English friends againB
Yet men were found to dare it all men ay and women tooD
Not only those exiled perforce who oftimes rose anewD
Out cast upon new earth with hope and heart and vigour givenU
By fresh surroundings and His grace who bids the lost to HeavenU
The brave the fair the gently born and Labour's life long thrallJ2
Within those circling seas of ours there was a place for allJ2
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For patient hands the woods to fell the new formed fields to tillK2
The huts to build the scanty flocks and herds to guard from illK2
For bolder spirits to forsake the sea board settlementL
And learn the secret of the land where never white man wentM
Through mountain pass and forest dark and wide unsheltered plainA
Through fiery heat of summer and through frost and flood and rainA
Unheeding thirst or hunger or the shower of savage spearsN
What soldiers e'er were braver than Australian pioneersN
What though it was by axe and plough and miner's oft edged toolL2
And tending sheep and kine through weary years of hardship fullM2
The only victories we boast were by our fathers wonU
The men who won them had prevailed where feats of arms were doneU
Three generations born of her our Country now can tellC2
And son and sire and grandsire all in turn have served her wellC2
Not only with the sinewy arm the hardened hand of toilN2
That wrest their wealth from rifted rock and forest cumbered soilN2
By love of order and of law by proferred boon to allJ2
Of learning in the township school and in the college hallJ2
By liberal leisure well bestowed for sports of land and waveD
And by the faith preserved to us God to the Elders gaveD
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And now Britannia's household send her greetings from besideG2
The icy streams of Canada and islands scattered wideG2
Betwixt the two Americas from Africa's sea margeO2
And where the race of Aurungzebe held empire rich and largeO2
And where amid New Zealand fern the English skylarks buildP2
And rosy children's sun burnt hands with English flowers are filledP2
And fromQ2

Mary Hannay Foott



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