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University Prize Poem, 1924

                              by Colin Bingham


A hundred year ago the tireless tide,
That rose and fell between unquarried banks,
Felt on its breast the convict galleys ride,
And heard the chains of men beside the cranks-
Grim engines of punition; curlews cried
In magic copses on the serried ranks
Of unillumined hills, when daylight died;
Winds from the island-bounded bay gave thanks
In whispers for the freedom of the land;
But Prophecy within the hearts of those...


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