Earth's mightiest isle. She stands alone. br The wide seas wash around Her throne, br Crowned by the red sun as his own. br This is the last of all the lands br Where Freedom’s fray-torn banner stands, br Not wrested yet from freemen’s hands. br br The world’s gray page lies bare to-day— br The rise of nations—the decay. br Will She, too, rise—and fall as they? br br She called men to Her, and they came, br Whose deaths have given the Desert name. br Their fame is written with Her fame. br br We toil and strive. We have our hour. br But She shall grow from power to power, br To wear the splendour of her dower. br br The trust is ours—to us alone. br We are the strong foundation-stone, br The seed from which the flower is grown.