George Essex Evans,
The Secret Key and Other Verses…
(1906)
“ From the forelands of the Future they are waiting our reply! We can face the roughest weather If we only hold together, Marching forward to the Future, marching shoulder- firm together, For the Nation yet to be. All the greyness of the dawning, all the mists are over-past, In the glory of the morning we shall see Her face at last. ”
