Here you will find the Poem The Aurora Australis of poet Mary Hannay Foott
A radiance in the midnight sky No white moon gave, nor yellow star; We thought its red glow mounted high Where fire and forest fought afar, Half questioning if the township blazed, Perchance, beyond the boundary hill; Then, finding what it was, we gazed And wondered till we shivered chill. And Fancy showed the sister-glow Of our Aurora, sending lines Of lustre forth to tint the snow That lodges in Norwegian pines. And South and North alternate swept In vision past us, to and fro; While stealthy winds of midnight crept About us, whispering fast and low. The North, whose star burns steadily, High set in heaven long ago: The South, new-risen on the sea, A tremulous horizon-glow. We mused, ?Shall there be gallant guests Within our polar hermitage, As on the shore where Franklin rests, And others, named in Glory's page? And, ?Shall the light we look on blaze Above such battles as have been, In other countries, other days, The giants and the gods between?? Till one declared, ?We live to-night In what shall be the poet's world: The lands 'neath our Aurora's light Are as the rocks the Titans hurled. ?From southern waters, ice-enthralled, Year after year the rays that glance Shall see the Desert shrink appalled Before the City's swift advance. ?Shall see the precipice a stair, The river as a road. And then There shall be voices to declare `This work was wrought by manly men.'? And so our South all stately swept In vision past us, to and fro; While stealthy winds of midnight crept About us, whispering fast and low.