God gave him gifts: nor gave in vain br The great heart and the master-brain br To dream, to battle, to attain, br To storm the height. br The power that all men strive to gain br Was his by right. br O saddest Spring in all the land! br O Mystery, hard to understand— br When, at the stern unknown command, br With icy breath, br Fate placed within his fearless hand br The gift of Death! br br Calm be his sleep who lived to dare. br Go, say a patriot slumbers there br Whose brows were never bent to wear br His loftiest fame, br Yet wrote on Queensland’s page a rare— br A fadeless name! br br He fought his fight: he won his goal. br His name is on the battle-scroll; br And, whilst beyond our weak control br The tears we shed br Well deep within a Nation’s soul, br He is not dead.