Nationality


Mary Gilmore

1942



I have grown past hate and bitterness,
I see the world as one;
But though I can no longer hate,
My son is still my son.

All men at God's round table sit,
and all men must be fed;
But this loaf in my hand,
This loaf is my son's bread.





Fire of the Southern Cross: A Collection of Poetry for Australian Nationalists

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