The Prince Passes by Myra Morris

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For this -- for love of all our freedom brings,
   The roll of drums, the eager, hurrying feet!
   I hear the straining flags that toss and beat
Above the brazen-throated welcomings.
Not of this hour alone the love that springs
   Full-blown at birth, along the surging street!
   Ages have gone to make the thing we greet
In him -- the clear-eyed son of conquering kings.  

Britain is breathing here! Her breath is blown
Far back through each long, time-enshrouded year.  
I hear the marching feet, of liberty,
Their shouts that rocked Carnarvon's rugged stone.
And high above the clamorous crowd I hear 
The shrill crescendo of triumphant sea!

First published in The Argus, 5 June 1920

Author reference sites: AustlitAustralian Dictionary of Biography

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