English poem
Fair Western Land
by Malcolm Donald (1880–1933)
VERSE I. Fair Western Land, one hundred years Have called thee to this hour. Thy star of Glory now appears In glowing grace and power. On every hand we steadfast stand— A prayer we humbly pray For the Vision of To-morrow In the Splendour of to-day
Refrain :—
Fair western land—still steadfast stand That we of thine may pray To-morrow's vision may not dim The splendour of To-day
VERSE II. Dear Western land, one hundred years Have run their measured span. Bright jewel of twin hemispheres Firm set by might of man. Thy people follow in the train Of those who led the way, And conquered terror, toil and pain One hundred years to-day
Refrain :—Fair Western Land, etc.
VERSE III. Fair Western Land: on this great day All pretty grief and care, The turgid tide of routine grey Ebbs from us unaware. Fair western Land, a dauntless band We throng the Forward Way. Our treasure trove from those who strove One hundred years to-day
Refrain :—Fair Western Land, etc.