Wisdom After Victory

Now comes to an end all our dolorous drifting; Clouds pass away and depression is lifting. Because we were wise in our planning and sought The lesser of ills that the greater be fought Hope springs again in the heart of the nation; Because we were brave and accepted oblation Of sharp sacrifice, now comes recompense near With the dawn of our glorious Centenary year. For the good of our souls have we borne the dark sorrows Of that gloomy day which buys many bright morrows; For the good of our land have we chosen to shun The glittering sand, that real treasure be won. And we who were counted the prodigal nation Have won new renown by our self-immolation And the lands of the earth now in wonder behold This youngest of lands in grave wisdom grown old. And now we return with new heart to our labor, And, where gloom was rife, neighbor smiles upon neighbor; And now comes, to light our Centenary year Not the dawn of false hope ever followed by fear But a dawn that shall last and wax ever in brightness, Bringing strength to the weak: to the heavy heart, lightness. Bringing hope to the fearful and ending dismay. Because we have chosen the fighter's hard way. Then let us not squander our hardly-won treasure In pursuit of false joys and enfeebling leisure. Tried in the fire, we have proven our worth: We have proven our strength to the peoples of earth. If courage in ill days has won us salvation, So wisdom in good days shall flee the temptation To seek prosperity vain, foolish things. Let us husband the gifts our Centenary brings.