Mary Gilmore Quotes

We are the sons of Australia,
Of the men who fashioned the land,
We are the sons of the women
Who walked with them, hand in hand;
And we swear by the dead who bore us,
By the heroes who blazed the trail,
No foe shall gather our harvest,
Or sit on our stockyard rail.

I shall go as my father went,
A thousand plans in his mind,
With something still held unspent
When death lets fall the blind.I shall go as my mother went,
The ink still wet on the line:
I shall pay no rust as rent
For the house that is mine.