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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344036" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pioneers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They came of bold and roving stock that would not fixed abide; <br>There were the sons of field and flock since e’er they learned to ride; <br>We may not hope to see such men in these degenerate years <br>As those explorers of the bush – the brave old pioneers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Twas they who rode the trackless bush in heat and storm and drought; <br>‘Twas they that heard the master-word that called them further out; <br>‘Twas they that followed up the trail the mountain cattle made <br>And pressed across the mighty range where now their bones are laid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now the times are dull and slow, the brave old days are dead <br>When hardy bushmen started out, and forced their way ahead <br>By tangled scrub and forests grim towards the unknown west, <br>And spied the far off promised land from off the ranges’ crest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! Ye, that sleep in lonely graves by far-off ridge and plain, <br>We drink to you in silence now as Christmas comes again, <br>The men who fought the wilderness through rough unsettled years – <br>The founders of our nation’s life, the brave old pioneers. <br></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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