A Sydney Southerly.
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Scourge us with lashing rain flails, shout, shout, aloud in your wrath,
Till the souls in our shrinking bodies shall answer and come forth
Till the souls in our shrinking bodies shall answer and come forth
Lifted aloft by your passion, kings by your royal right,
Worthy to work in the daytime or watch through a fateful night,
Stripped of their sultry vapours, and hectic lassitude,
Clean with your barbarous candour, as natural, as nude;
Flung from their narrow orbits to battle with basic laws,
And answer the savage queries of a long-forgot first cause.
Worthy to work in the daytime or watch through a fateful night,
Stripped of their sultry vapours, and hectic lassitude,
Clean with your barbarous candour, as natural, as nude;
Flung from their narrow orbits to battle with basic laws,
And answer the savage queries of a long-forgot first cause.
