AUSTRALIA.

I see a land of desperate droughts and floods:

I see a land where need keeps spreading round,

And all but giants perish in the stress:

I see a land where more, and more, and more

The demons, Earth and Wealth, grow bloat and strong.

I see a land that lies a helpless prey

To wealthy cliques and gamblers and their slaves,

The huckster politicians: a poor land

That less and less can make her heart-wish law.

Yea, but I see a land where some few brave

Raise clear eyes to the Struggle that must come,

Reaching firm hands to draw the doubters in,

Preaching the gospel: “Drill and drill and drill!”

Yea, but I see a land where best of all

The hope of victory burns strong and bright!