George Essex Evans

“ Draw round us in this hour of fate–
Here, where thy children's children stand
With unseen lips, O consecrate
And bless the land!
Eternal Power, benign, supreme,
Who weigh'st the nations upon earth ”

“ We pledge tbee faith that shall not swerve,
Our Land, Our Lady, breathing high
The thought that makes it lore to serve,
And life to die!
Now are thy maidens linked in love
Who erst have striven for pride of place ”