Sydney Harbour.
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How shall the ages find thee whom Time's hand cannot dim?
By the measure of man's grace to thee, God mete again to him.
By the measure of man's grace to thee, God mete again to him.
Insurrection.
Come to heel, body. Come to heel!
Who and what are you to steal,
The birthright of your betters. Are you heir
To immortality and do you dare
To wield the sceptre and repeal
The laws of precedence? Come you to heel.
Who and what are you to steal,
The birthright of your betters. Are you heir
To immortality and do you dare
To wield the sceptre and repeal
The laws of precedence? Come you to heel.
Down, down, I tell you, know your place,
No mere usurper of plebeian race
Shall sit upon my will's imperial throne
And exercise the powers that are my own.
Ay! though your claims to sovereignty seem very real
You are my slave and subject. Come to heel!
No mere usurper of plebeian race
Shall sit upon my will's imperial throne
And exercise the powers that are my own.
Ay! though your claims to sovereignty seem very real
You are my slave and subject. Come to heel!
