Australia, to the people,
Who groan in every land,
Would send a friendly greeting,
Would give a brother’s hand:-
Would bid them their great miseries
Forget a little while,
And learn that in her affluent land
They may both live and smile.
…
Come then, ye sufferers of the Earth,
Australia bids you haste,
To make your homes within her wilds,
Your cities in her waste:-
Come, for here Abundance spreads
A table for the poor –
And says, in blessing o’er their heads,
Ye Mourners, mourn no more!