The SPEAKER ( Hon. Bronwyn Bishop ) took the chair at 11:10, made an acknowledgement of country and read prayers.
Whatever burden you are to carry, we also will shoulder that burden.
As I begin this last paragraph … a misty afternoon drizzle … soaks the City of London. Down there in the street I can see umbrellas commiserating with each other. In Sydney Harbour, twelve thousand miles away and ten hours from now, the yachts will be racing on the crushed diamond water under a sky … of powdered sapphires. … Pulsing like a beacon through the days and nights, the birthplace of the fortunate sends out its invisible waves of recollection. It always has and it always will, until even the last of us come home.
… as I drove into Sydney on my first arrival there I was amazed to see the great numbers of people on the streets and issuing from all houses; a huge crowd had turned out to welcome me, far greater, I thought, than any similar crowd could ever be in the old country, and I was deeply touched. Then someone told me the truth. It was six o'clock—