Through the Channel's drift and toss Swift your homing transports churn; Soon for you the Southron Cross High above your bows shall burn; Soon beyond the rolling Bight Gleam the Leeuwin's lance of light . Rich reward your hearts shall hold , None less dear if long delayed , For with gifts of wattle-gold Shall your country's debt be paid; From her sunlight's golden store She shall heal your hurts of war. Ere the mantling Channel mist Dim your distant decks and spars, And your flag that victory kissed And Valhalla hung with stars Crowd and watch our signal fly: "Gallant hearts, good - bye! Good- bye! " | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 24 by JAMES JOYCE TO A DEAD LOVER by LOUISE BOGAN ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH FUGUE FOR A DROWNED GIRL by JAMES GALVIN A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |