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| Bernard William Smith |
And so we come to the present unafraid
Having learned the lessons of Eureka;
For history is always man, man and a stockade
And a clear cut reason for resistance.
It is not our intention now to cease
The struggle. Our first comrades fell
At the federation wall of Pere Lachaise,
With a song for the lips of the future.
We have no gods or prophets – all we ask
Is the bread of our sweat and tears;
This is our final object, our immediate task,
The Alpha and Omega of our years.
A poem by Bernard Smith
The final poem in Freedom on the Wallaby ed. Marjory Pizer, 1952, p.197
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