Two babes the mother bore at one rich birth,<br>Twin hearts that beat to her low notes of love,<br>Twin souls that leapt to each heroic call,<br>As generous sword to snatch the Treasure-trove<br>Of hard-won honour. And our Mother Earth,<br>Rocking the twain in the deep rise and fall<br>Of her green bosom, sang proud litanies,<br>Promised them beauty, conquest, empire, brain and heart.<br>And woman's faith, and towering pride of race.<br>Too great to rule together, worlds apart<br>She set them, in the silver of the seas.<br>Yet heart calls heart, as erst upon the breast<br>That bore these glories, sovereign in their place,<br>The Island Empires of the East and West.