Antarctic Pioneers

Because some unimportant man In politics talks loud and high, Or some wild, economic plan To lift depression takes his eye, The apathetic citizen Pays little heed in these dark days To Mawson and his merry men Back from the desolate sea ways. 'A rather chilly trip,' says he, What time the page he idly flicks, With visions of an ice-bound sea, Then turns again to politics. Fish, fur and iceberg, seal and whale; He gives the thing a passing glance And misses all the wondrous tale With all its high significance. Because the voyagers return With no tale that the mind beguiles Of mystic caves where jewels burn And treasure lies about in piles. We turn aside with weary sighs; The story hasn't 'pep' enough. And, after all, what profit lies In all this scientific stuff? But, later, when this ice-locked wealth By sturdy labor is set free; And fortne comes, almost by stealth, Out of a wild Antarctic sea, We'll come with tardy praises then, And look back gladly thro' the years For Mawson and his merry men, To set them with the Pioneers.