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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343965" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By the Grey Gulf-water</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far to the Northward there lies a land, <br>A wonderful land that the winds blow over, <br>And none may fathom or understand <br>The charm it holds for the restless rover; <br>A great grey chaos -- a land half made, <br>Where endless space is and no life stirreth; <br>There the soul of a man will recoil afraid <br>From the sphinx-like visage that Nature weareth. <br>But old Dame Nature, though scornful, craves <br>Her dole of death and her share of slaughter; <br>Many indeed are the nameless graves <br>Where her victims sleep by the Grey Gulf-water. <br>Slowly and slowly those grey streams glide, <br>Drifting along with a languid motion, <br>Lapping the reed-beds on either side, <br>Wending their way to the North Ocean. <br>Grey are the plains where the emus pass <br>Silent and slow, with their dead demeanour; <br>Over the dead man's graves the grass <br>Maybe is waving a trifle greener. <br>Down in the world where men toil and spin <br>Dame Nature smiles as man's hand has taught her; <br>Only the dead men her smiles can win <br>In the great lone land by the Grey Gulf-water. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the strength of man is an insect's strength <br>In the face of that mighty plain and river, <br>And the life of a man is a moment's length <br>To the life of the stream that will run for ever. <br>And so it comes that they take no part <br>In small world worries; each hardy rover <br>Rides like a paladin, light of heart, <br>With the plains around and the blue sky over. <br>And up in the heavens the brown lark sings <br>The songs the strange wild land has taught her; <br>Full of thanksgiving her sweet song rings -- <br>And I wish I were back by the Grey Gulf-water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
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A wonderful land that the winds blow over, 
And none may fathom or understand 
The charm it holds for the restless rover; 
A great grey chaos -- a land half made, 
Where endless space is and no life stirret..."></div>
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