Son of our King: When yoemen sailed
   From Britain to expand her sway,
The coward from High venture quailed,
   The weakling sank beside the way.
   None save the strong in that far day,
The brave, stood clear-eyed at the prow
   To plan such parts as venturers play.
Here be their kin who greet you now.


Britain had failed if these had failed -
   Stout pioneers whose sterner clay,
Reckless of that the task entailed,
   Faced the unknown with no dismay.
   Out to vast wildernesses they
Blazed pain-strewn paths, for axe plough
   To earn this fruitful century's pay.
Here be their kin who greet you now.


When o'er an Empire bugles wailed
   To summon liegemen to the fray,
In sons the olden urge prevailed;
   Nor life, nor love might bid them stay.
   Unblooded, in red war's array
They proved the breed, they kept the vow,
   They paid the price as liegemen may.
Here be their kin who greet you now.


            ENVOI
Prince, where men's loyalties outweigh
   All baser aim, must pride endow
Their memory for whom we pray ...
   Here be their kin who greet you now.

"Den"
Herald, 18 October 1934, p8