Here you will find the Poem In The Sea-Gardens of poet Francis William Lauderdale Adams
(Sydney) 'The Man of the Nation' YONDER the band is playing And the fine Young People walk. They are envying each other and talking Their pretty empty talk. There in the shade on the outskirts, Stretched on the grass I see A Man with a slouch hat smoking, That is the Man for me! That is the Man of the Nation; He works and much endures. When all the rest is rotten, He rises and cuts and cures. He's the soldier of the Crimea, Fighting to honour fools; He's the grappler and strangler of Lee, Lord of the terrible tools. He's in all the conquered nations That have won their own at last, And in all that yet shall win it. And the World by him goes past! O strong sly World, this nameless Still, much-enduring Man, Is the Hand of God that shall clutch you For all you have done or can!
