The Australian Flag.

Pure blue flag of heaven
    With your silver stars,
Not beside those crosses'
    Blood-stained torture-bars:

Not beside the token
    The foul sea-harlot gave,
Pure blue flag of heaven,
    Must you ever wave!

No, but young exultant,
    Free from care and crime,
The soulless selfish England
    Of this later time:

No, but, faithful, noble,
    Rising from her grave,
Flag of light and liberty,
    For ever must you wave!

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.

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    Flag of the free, our sable sires
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They mustered us up with a royal din,
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'Twas down with the saddle and spurs and whip
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We fought for the sake of a fight.

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Where the World-wide Oceans toss,
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        Up with the country's flag!
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        A thing to die for, and to wonder at,
        When, on the shuddering edge
        Of some great storm, it waves its woven joy,
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When Freedom from her mountain height
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,
And set the stars of glory there.
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldric of the skies,
And striped its pure celestial white,
With streakings of the morning light;
Then from his mansion in the sun
She called her eagle bearer down,
And gave into his mighty hand,
The symbol of her chosen land.

II.

Majestic monarch of the cloud,
Who rear'st aloft thy regal form,
To hear the tempest trumpings loud
And see the lightning lances driven,
When strive the warriors of the storm,
And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven,
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To England.

I.


There was a time when all thy sons were proud
    To speak thy name,
England, when Europe echoed back aloud
    Thy fearless fame:

When Spain reeled shattered helpless from thy guns
    And splendid ire,
When from Canadian snows to Indian suns
    Pitt's soul was fire.

O that in days like these were, fair and free
    From shame and scorn,
Fate had allowed, benignly, pityingly
    That I was born!

O that, if struck, then struck with glorious wounds,
    I bore apart
(Not torn with fangs of leprous coward hounds)
    My bleeding heart!


II.


We hate you - not because of cruel deeds
    Staining a glorious effort. They who live
    Learn in this earth to give and to forgive,
Where he...

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