 | Jubilee greeting at Spithead to the men of Greater Britain By Theodore Watts-Dunton |  |
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ADVANCE, AUSTRALIA!
THE PASSAGE TO ENGLAND
Yon albatross, whose stirless pinions followThe ship through smile and frown of wind and weather,
Outsails, without the labour of a feather,
Each frigate-bird and gull and ocean-swallow.
Yes, while the sunny billows wake and wallow,
Now yellow as gold—now purple as flowering heather—
Now glassing all the hues of morn together—
In play rides he o'er steaming crest and hollow!
Australia—thou whose flight shall still advance
On wings that never beat, yet never stay—
That win (like thine own bird's) the race in play—
Desert not thou, whatever winds of chance
May fret the changing waves of Time's expanse,
The ship that led thee on thy morning way!
| Jubilee greeting at Spithead to the men of Greater Britain By Theodore Watts-Dunton | |