Francis William Lauderdale Adams - From A Verandah lyrics

(Sydney) 'Armageddon' O CITY lapped in sun and Sabbath rest, With happy face of plenteous ease possessed, Have you no doubts that whisper, dreams that moan Disquietude, to stir your slumbering breast? Think you the sins of other climes are gone? The harlot's curse rings in your streets — the groan Of out-worn men, the stabbed and plundered slaves Of ever-growing Greed, these are your own! O'er you shall sweep the fiery hell that craves For quenchment the bright blood of human waves: For you, if you repent not, shall atone For Greed's dark d**h-holes with War's swarming graves!