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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357679" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mallee Wife</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Home's best (she said), and the tale<br>Of the hungering soil and the flail<br>Of the sun and the shuddering threat<br>Of the heat, and more heat yet;<br>Of more than a woman can stand,<br>Almost, in that merciless land,<br>With its lifelong, lingering strife,<br>For the Mallee mother and wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, I've seen all the spurious zest<br>Of the city, and yet, home's best;<br>The sweep of the plain's vast verge,<br>And the calling of Life and the urge<br>To struggle and hope in vain,<br>Then struggle and hope again <br>That, and the faith that clings<br>For the solving of human things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Home's best (she said). I have seen<br>The glamor of cities, the sheen<br>Of the silken garments rare <br>And they spell for me despair;<br>Despair for the woman who cleaves<br>To luxury's yellowing leaves <br>Despair for the weakening race,<br>Who, faltering, fall from grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life, as I know it is stern;<br>And the seed of my seed must learn<br>That nothing has life to give<br>Save a man must labor to live <br>Struggle and ache and toil<br>For the gifts that come of the soil,<br>Since every treasure of worth<br>Comes of the hard, kind earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Home's best (she said), and the dust<br>And the finger of God out-thrust,<br>Saying, 'You toil, or die<br>Under this pitiless sky.'<br>Even as long since said<br>To the Parents of Man long dead;<br>Even as 'twas decreed<br>In Man's first, passionate need.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Home's best. For what do they know,<br>Who cleave to glitter and show,<br>And strive in a strange excess<br>Of pleasure for happiness?<br>What do they know of worth<br>Of the secret lure of the earth,<br>And the peace, and the exquisite ache of the battle <br>For my man's sake?</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>
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Of the hungering soil and the flail
Of the sun and the shuddering threat
Of the heat, and more heat yet;
Of more than a woman can stand,
Almost, in that merciless land,
With its lifelong, lingering strife,
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