Poem by Henry Lawson

Shadows Before

”Like clouds o’er the South are the nations who reign 
On fair islands that we would command; 
But clouds that are darker and denser than these 
Have sailed from an Isle in the Northern Seas 
And rest on our Southern Land. 

Low in dust is our Goddess of Liberty hurled 
At our feet, and the time is at hand, 
When we, the proud sons of the southern world, 
Beneath a proud banner of freedom unfurled 
And true to each other shall stand. 

If e’er in the ranks of the Right we advance; 
Though our enemies come like a flood, 
We’ll meet them like lions, aroused from our trance, 
And show that a streak of the Olden Romance 
Still runs in our commonplace blood.

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2. The Song of Old Joe Swallow
3. When the `Army’ Prays for Watty
4. At the Beating of a Drum
5. The Outside Track

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