The centuries found me to nations unknown – br My people have crowned me and made me a throne; br My royal regalia is love, truth, and light – br A girl called Australia – I've come to my right. br br Though no fields of conquest grew red at my birth, br My dead were the noblest and bravest on earth; br Their strong sons are worthy to stand with the best – br My brave Overlanders ride west of the west. br br My cities are seeking the clean and the right; br My Statesmen are speaking in London to-night; br The voice of my Bushmen is heard oversea; br My army and navy are coming to me. br br By all my grim headlands my flag is unfurled, br My artists and singers are charming the world; br The White world shall know its young outpost with pride; br The fame of my poets goes ever more wide. br br By old tow'r and steeple of nation grown grey br The name of my people is spreading to-day; br Through all the old nations my learners go forth; br My youthful inventors are startling the north. br br In spite of all Asia, and safe from her yet, br Through wide Australasia my standards I'll set; br A grand world and bright world to rise in an hour – br The Wings of the White world, the Balance of Power. br br Through storm, or serenely – whate'er I go through – br God grant I be queenly! God grant I be true! br To suffer in silence, and strike at a sign, br Till all the fair islands of these seas are mine.