But like the Greeks they fought, and would not yield Until their bones lay stretched upon the field. While Drought the King, as Agamemnon great, Stretched forth his Sceptre o’er his mighty State. Then Oh! Forget not, we who live in ease to-day, That great Australian heroes paved the way To present greatness; noble souls as these Of this reincarnated Greece of Southern seas: And Austral’s Sons, should swords they ever wield, Must die like heroes, or return with shield Emblazoned with the motto, “Macte Animo,” With ideals high, and breasts with love aglow For God and duty: thus each name a gem Shall gleam in Austral’s peerless diadem. [Illustration: text decoration] LIFE’S DUTY. Go thou, when sorrow’s night thy soul hath torn, And turn thine eyes expectant to the dawn, And view the sunlight o’er the distant hills Until its rays with peace thy spirit fills; Then brave thyself unto the daily strife-- The world demands thou make the best of life. Go forth to duty, girt with golden chain Of courage, born of weakness, not in vain. Tho’ weak, thou’lt find thy greatest strength will lie In steadfast purpose with unfaltering eye Fixed on thy goal. Oh! Be thou valiant men, And point the higher path, for little do we ken Of they who labour in Life’s noonday sun. Go thou, when heat of toil hath left thy brow, Commune with Nature, and thy soul shall know The why and wherefore of the chastening rod Imposed on thy sad spirit by thy God, Hear how the breakers of the ocean moan, The thousand voices of the forest lone. The trees and flowers, the sigh of whispering winds-- All speak of beauty, and the power that binds Man to his Maker. Then take heart of grace, And meet the world with ever-smiling face. It hath enough of grief; go hide thy care, And scatter joy, tho’ blent with tears thy share. THE TEMPLE OF THE YEARS.