The Future Of Australia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH ICIC ABAB JBJB KLKL LMLM KNKN OLOL PKPK LKLK QRQR LSLS TUVU KKKK| Sing us the Land of the Southern Sea | A |
| The land we have called our own | B |
| Tell us what harvest there shall be | A |
| From the seed that we have sown | B |
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| We love the legends of olden days | C |
| The songs of the wind and wave | D |
| And border ballads and minstrel lays | C |
| And the poems Shakespeare gave | D |
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| The fireside carols and battle rhymes | E |
| And romaunt of the knightly ring | F |
| And the chant with hint of cathedral chimes | E |
| Of him made blind to sing | F |
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| The tears they tell of our brethren wept | G |
| Their praise is our fathers' fame | H |
| They sing of the seas our navies swept | G |
| Of the shrines that lent us flame | H |
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| But the Past is past with all its pride | I |
| And its ways are not our ways | C |
| We watch the flow of a fresher tide | I |
| And the dawn of newer days | C |
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| Sing us the Isle of the Southern Sea | A |
| The land we have called our own | B |
| Tell us what harvest there shall be | A |
| From the seed that we have sown | B |
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| I see the Child we are tending now | J |
| To a queenly stature grown | B |
| The jewels of empire on her brow | J |
| And the purple round her thrown | B |
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| She feeds her household plenteously | K |
| From the granaries we have filled | L |
| Her vintage is gathered in with glee | K |
| From the fields our toil has tilled | L |
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| The Old World's outcast starvelings feast | L |
| Ungrudged on her corn and wine | M |
| The gleaners are welcome from west and east | L |
| Where her autumn sickles shine | M |
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| She clothes her people in silk and wool | K |
| Whose warp and whose woof we spun | N |
| And sons and daughters are hers to rule | K |
| And of slaves she has not one | N |
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| There are herds of hers on a thousand hills | O |
| There are fleecy flocks untold | L |
| No foreign conquest her coffer fills | O |
| She has streams whose sands are gold | L |
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| She shall not scramble for falling crowns | P |
| No theft her soul shall soil | K |
| So rich in rivers so dowered with downs | P |
| She shall have no need of spoil | K |
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| But if wronged or menaced she shall stand | L |
| Where the battle surges swell | K |
| Be a sword from Heaven in her swarthy hand | L |
| Like the sword of La Pucelle | K |
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| If there be ever so base a foe | Q |
| As to speak of a time cleansed stain | R |
| To say She was cradled long ago | Q |
| 'Mid clank of the convict's chain | R |
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| Ask as the taunt in his teeth is hurled | L |
| What lineage sprang SHE from | S |
| Who was Empress once of the Pagan World | L |
| And the Queen of Christendom | S |
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| When the toilsome years of her youth are o'er | T |
| And her children round her throng | U |
| They shall learn from her of the sage's lore | V |
| And her lips shall teach them song | U |
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| Then of those in the dust who dwell | K |
| May there kindly mention be | K |
| When the birds that build in the branches tell | K |
| Of the planting of the tree | K |
Mary Hannay Foott
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