Nationalism And M'Ilwraith! The Queensland Elections Cry, 1888.

Australia listened! Through the brawling game
    Of played-out rascals gambling for her gold,
    The rotten-hearted traitors who had sold
For flimsy English gauds her righteous fame -
Through the foul hubbub, it did seem, there came
    The still small voice of nobler things untold.
    But now, but now with wonder manifold
She hears a voice that calls her by her name!

Australia listens, as the mother wilt
    To hear her first-born cry. "Say, is it death,
Or life and all life's hope made audible
    That thrills my heart and gives my spirit faith?"
From out the gathering war-hosts leaps forth shrill
    The double cry, "Australia, M'Ilwraith!"

The dawn is breaking northward! Rise, O Sun,
    Australian Liberty, and give us light!
    And thou who through the dark and doubtful night
With great clear eyes of patience looking on
Even to that splendid hour REPUBLICAN,
    O know what things are with thee in the fight -
    What hope and trust, what truth, what right, what might
To never leave this work till it be done!
Not as these others were, the helpless slaves
    Of each diurnal need and cringing debt,
    Australia's statesman, have we known thee yet! -
The world's great heroes call from a thousand graves:
    "Thy land, a nation, cries to thee to be set
Free as the freedom of her ocean waves!"

Francis William Lauderdale Adams

Francis William Lauderdale Adams (27 September 1862 – 4 September 1893) was an English writer, poet, dramatist, and social reformer. His literary work often reflected his radical socialist views. Adams lived a life marred by poverty and struggles with his health, eventually committing suicide at the age of 30. Despite his brief life, his contributions to literature and social thought remain significant.

Francis William Lauderdale Adams

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Lord Leitrim.

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