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...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 4. THE MARKET-GIRL by THOMAS HARDY RECESSIONAL (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY BALLAD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA MORGUE: 1. LITTLE ASTER by GOTTFRIED BENN |