My fi rst gleams bright 'mid azure shields

My fi rst gleams bright 'mid azure shields,
On rich emblazoned argent fields.
If you too often use my second,
An egotist you will be reckoned,
My third, it is a battle-cry ;
And be it yours in every high,
And good, and noble end and aim,
As such it is the road to fame.
My belted whole you may descry
Illumining the southern sky.