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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344178" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Winds Message</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark, <br>Above the tossing of the pines, above the river's flow; <br>It stirred the boughs of giant gums and stalwart iron-bark; <br>It drifted where the wild ducks played amid the swamps below; <br>It brought a breath of mountain air from off the hills of pine, <br>A scent of eucalyptus trees in honey-laden bloom; <br>And drifting, drifting far away along the Southern line <br>It caught from leaf and grass and fern a subtle strange perfume. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It reached the toiling city folk, but few there were that heard-- <br>The rattle of their busy life had choked the whisper down; <br>And some but caught a fresh-blown breeze with scent of pine that stirred <br>A thought of blue hills far away beyond the smoky town; <br>And others heard the whisper pass, but could not understand <br>The magic of the breeze's breath that set their hearts aglow, <br>Nor how the roving wind could bring across the Overland <br>A sound of voices silent now and songs of long ago. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">But some that heard the whisper clear were filled with vague unrest; <br>The breeze had brought its message home, they could not fixed abide; <br>Their fancies wandered all the day towards the blue hills' breast, <br>Towards the sunny slopes that lie along the riverside, <br>The mighty rolling western plains are very fair to see, <br>Where waving to the passing breeze the silver myalls stand, <br>But fairer are the giant hills, all rugged though they be, <br>From which the two great rivers rise that run along the Bland. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh! rocky range and rugged spur and river running clear, <br>That swings around the sudden bends with swirl of snow-white foam, <br>Though we, your sons are far away, we sometimes seem to hear <br>The message that the breezes bring to call the wanderers home. <br>The mountain peaks are white with snow that feeds a thousand rills, <br>Along the rive banks the maize grows tall on virgin land, <br>And we shall live to see once more those sunny southern hills, <br>And strike once more the bridle track that leads along the Bland.</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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Above the tossing of the pines, above the river's flow; 
It stirred the boughs of giant gums and stalwart iron-bark; 
It drifted where the wild ducks played amid the swamps below; 
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