Australia
Southern Cross
- Jerusalem and Antioch, Byzantium and Rome
And the gleaming spire of Salisbury that some still call "Back home";
And old ways and words so redolent of gloom and dark and damp
Seem eternities away from us in this vast mining camp:
But as Bethlehem had its own star
And English gravestones gather moss,
We feel You in the majesty
Of our own Southern Cross. - There are histories of schisms and the petulance of kings,
There was blood shed by Crusaders and its bloody reckonings;
And the Martyrs of old England made by both 'sides' of reform
Who each forced those who lost to sail into the ocean storm:
But when we and our forefathers
Took ship from hate, revenge and loss,
We vowed to serve below the sign
Of our own Southern Cross. - We have made our own mistakes which sadly replicate the past
And our new land has old habits which our journey should have cast;
And the world has made us worldly with the global satellites
Which report on mineral prices all the day and all the night:
But as we sit beneath the stars
And watch the breakers toss,
We renew our vow of Service
To You on the Southern Cross.