Classic Poem

The daughters of the nation,
With purpose great and grand,
To dreary isolation
Went out upon the land;
A national oblation,
This patriotic band.

The daughters of the nation
Went out at love's behest,
With firm determination
To settle in the west;
Through bush fire's desolation,
With babies at the breast.

Undaunted by the wild men,
Beyond protection's ken,
To where nor road nor line ran,
Glad went they with their men
To take the seal of sun-tan,
Beside their valiant men.

The women of Port Jackson
Worked on with heart elate,
In philanthropic action,
To make a city great;
Unspoiled by creed or faction,
To make it good or great.

But they who left the city
To battle toward the west,
Not seeking praise or pity,
Were ever loved the best;
We of a mighty city
Will ever love them best.