| Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918. |
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| 61. Australia, 1894 |
| | | By William Gay |
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| SHE sits a queen whom none shall dare despoil, | |
| Her crown the sun, her guard the vigilant sea, | |
| And round her throne are gathered, stalwart, free, | |
| A people proud, yet stooping to the soil, | |
| Patient to swell her greatness with their toil, | 5 |
| And swift to leave, should dire occasion be, | |
| The mine, the flock, the desk, the furrowed lea, | |
| And force the invader to a dark recoil.— | |
| Yet as she gazes o’er the plains that lie | |
| Fruitful about her throne, she sighs full sore | 10 |
| To see the barriers Greed has builded high, | |
| Dividing them who brothers were before, | |
| When still they dwelt beneath a sterner sky | |
| And heard the thunders of a wilder shore. | |
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