Henry Lawson,
A Song of the Republic
(1887)
“ The "Signs of the Times", in their language dumb, Fortell it, and ominous whispers hum Like sullen sounds of a distant drum, In the ominous atmosphere. Sons of the South, aroused at last! Sons of the South are few! But your ranks grow longer and deeper fast, And ye shall swell to an army vast, And free from the wrongs of the North and Past The land that belongs to you. ”
