<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bright</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where Feathertop frowns thro' the winter scud,<br>Where Buffalo broods on high,<br>Dwells she, a lass of royal blood,<br>And a sparkle lights her eye <br>The clear, clean glint of the sun on snow,<br>Where the small streams, singing down,<br>Into the golden Ovens flow,<br>To decorate her town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wild was she on an olden day <br>And a wilful lass, forsooth,<br>When the rough, tough diggers came her way<br>Ere she emerged from youth.<br>From her river flats they dredged the gold <br>And laid sad waste to these,<br>While they drove in thousands from their fold<br>The thrifty, scared Chinese.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Waxing in beauty, she has grown<br>To a maid of wide renown;<br>For the wild, swift days have long since flown.<br> Now, by her tree-girt town,<br>Where her plaited river murmuring flows<br> Thro' sylvan scenes and rare,<br>A maiden clad in beauty goes<br>To her hop-fields gleaming there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet men still scheme to dredge these fields,<br>And filch their loveliness,<br>All for the sake of bigger yields<br>In gold, that count far less<br>Than the rare, rich harvests won today<br>In calm security.<br>Leaving but ruin and decay<br>To sad posterity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357475" data-title="Bright de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="Where Feathertop frowns thro' the winter scud, Where Buffalo broods on high, Dwells she, a lass of royal blood, And a sparkle lights her eye The clear, clean glint of the sun on snow, Where the small streams, singing down, Into the golden Ovens f..."></div> </div> </div>

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