Australasia

Celestial poesy! whose genial swayEarth's furthest habitable shores obey;Whose inspirations shed their sacred light,Far as the regions of the Arctic night,And to the Laplander his Boreal gleamEndear not less than Phoebus' brighter beam, --Descend thou also on my native land,And on some mountain-summit take thy stand;Thence issuing soon a purer font be seenThan charmed Castalia or famed Hippocrene;And there a richer, nobler fane arise,Than on Parnassus met the adoring eyes.And tho', bright goddess, on the far blue hills,That pour their thousand swift pellucid rillsWhere Warragamba's rage has rent in twainOpposing mountains, thundering to the plain,No child of song has yet invoked thy aid'Neath their primeval solitary shade, --Still, gracious Pow'r, some kindling soul inspire,To wake to life my country's unknown lyre,That from creation's date has slumbering lain,Or only breathed some savage uncouth strain;And grant that yet an Austral Milton's songPactolus-like flow deep and rich along, --An Austral Shakespeare rise, whose living pageTo nature true may charm in ev'ry age; --And that an Austral Pindar daring soar,Where not the Theban eagle reach'd before.And, O Britannia! shouldst thou cease to rideDespotic Empress of old Ocean's tide; --Should thy tamed Lion -- spent his former might, --No longer roar the terror of the fight; --Should e'er arrive that dark disastrous hour,When bow'd by luxury, thou yield'st to pow'r; --When thou, no longer freest of the free,To some proud victor bend'st the vanquish'd knee; --May all thy glories in another sphereRelume, and shine more brightly still than here;May this, thy last-born infant, then arise,To glad thy heart and greet thy parent eyes;And Australasia float, with flag unfurl'd,A new Britannia in another world.