GRIM PROPHECY
Sing me a song of the war to come and tune your lay to the clash of arms, And strip yourselves of the shams of life, and turn your face from soft women’s charms. The time is come to be men — and gods. Ye will need the best of your grand white blood. Would ye save your slumb’ring Commonwealth and stem the tide of the northern flood. See how the north skies darken low, and the north seas churn ’neath a hundred keels Of the fierce-faced mob of a mad Japan, with a raping rabble at her heels. Hark to his guns at your northern gate: “He is come! He is come!” Ye have tarried long In deadly dalliance with chance and paltry play with the z brainless throng. —From “Australia and Other Poems,” by W. H. Elsum, published in 1912.
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Hauraki Plains Gazette, Volume 51, Issue 3151, 3 August 1942, Page 7
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143GRIM PROPHECY Hauraki Plains Gazette, Volume 51, Issue 3151, 3 August 1942, Page 7
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