Here you will find thePoemA Day of Dreamof poet Henry Kendall
On that bold hill, against a broad blue stream, stood Arthur Phillip on a day of dream; what time the mists of morning westward rolled and heaven flowered on a bay of gold. Here, in the hour that shines and sounds afar, flamed first Old England's banner like a star; Here in a time august with prayer and praise, was born the nation of these splendid days, and here, this land's majestic yesterday of immemorial silence died away
