13 September 1916

Men, men, more men to fight for France,
For Allies and liberties of all mankind!
Australians, would ye ever lag behind?
Great God, you’d surely rather grasp your chance,
Of loftiest, god-like glory to advance
And save your sisters, brothers, from the blind,
Insensate fury of yon murderous fiend,
Than rot, or die, in primrose dalliance.

The still, small voice of conscience, duty, calls,
And great guns thunder, “Come, if ye are men!”
Go forth, then, stalwart youths, be glad it falls
To you unsought, rejoice exceedingly
To be the saviours of humanity—
Not doomed to old age, weakness, and a pen.

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This entry was posted on September 13th, 2016.