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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bleating of the Sheep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, I listened to the bleating of the sheep <br>Squatters' sheep <br>And I sat me down and pondered long and deep.<br>And a cloud of gloom came o'er me<br>At the empty leagues before me <br>Yea, I marked the virgin grass-lands' mighty sweep <br>Land that called for cultivation;<br>Cried aloud for population <br>Land that carried trees and fences, grass and sheep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">0, I listened to their bleating on the plain <br>Virgin plain <br>And I spoke to them with epithets profane.<br>In the valley, on the hill,<br>Yet were sheep, and more sheep still.<br>(Which annoyed me very much, I must explain.<br>For one sheep may he a blessing,<br>But a million are depressing.)<br>And I cursed them, but I knew I cursed in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo! and then I fell a-dreaming where I sat<br>Sadly sat <br>Till I didn't see what I was looking at.<br>And my dream was most alluring.<br>Ah ! But, had it been enduring,<br>What a reckoning it would have been for Fat!<br>What a blessing for Australia<br> If my dream - but inter alia,<br>I'll explain to you what I am driving at.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo! (excuse this weird redundancy of 'lo,'<br>Soulful 'lo';<br>But I want to be impressive, you must know).<br>Lo! instead of jumbucks bleating,<br>I could hear the reaper's beating;<br>And I saw abundant milk and honey flow.<br>I espied snug homesteads dotted<br>O'er the plain. I also spotted<br>Towns, with factories and workshops, rise and grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, at busy line of commerce filled the place <br>Desert place <br>And mine eyes beheld a happy populace<br>Wresting from the land its treasure<br>Loving work and earning leisure.<br>Industry and population grew apace.<br>I could hear the hammers ringing;<br>Happy housewives blithely singing;<br>And I read Prosperity in every face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I saw a file of troops go marching past <br>Bravely past.<br>Adown the plain I heard the bugle's blast.<br>I beheld the banners streaming,<br>And I fancied in my dreaming<br>That our happy country owned an army vast.<br>As each patriot marched proudly<br>By, he cried, exulting loudly,<br>'Fair Australia is safely ours at last!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then a large, red man rode up upon a horse,<br>(Large roan horse),<br>And spoke to me in strident tones and coarse.<br>And his discourse was (diluted)<br>'Wanderers are prosecuted<br>On this crimson run. Now get!' I got - of course.<br>As I've said, the man was bulky,<br>And he seemed morose and sulky;<br>And it just occurred to me he might use force.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, in spite of him, my dream I still may keep <br>Fondly keep.<br>And from out it sprouts the wisdom that I reap<br>For the benefit of all men,<br> But especially of little men.<br>(Meaning men whose wealth does not exceed one heap.)<br>Ay, the lesson is before you <br>Pray forgive me if I bore you;<br>But, my brothers, heed the lesson of the sheep!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, hark ye, hear the bleating of the sheep <br>Human sheep!<br>(O, my brothers, but their sheephood makes me weep!)<br>Mark ye, how they flock togeth<br>After some old, sly bell-wether <br>One that Fat finds it convenient to keep;<br>Watch them how they follow, follow.<br>See the verbal weeds they swallow,<br>And the squatter keeps his grass for paying sheep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, the squatter has of woolly sheep a lot <br>Quite a lot;<br>But they're not the only sort of sheep he's got.<br>How he profits by their fleeces<br>And, when price of meat decreases <br>Human meat - the butcher, Fat, will take the lot.<br>O, ye farmers and selectors!<br>Landless voters! Free electors!<br>Think, my brothers: are ye sheep, or are ye not?</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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Squatters' sheep 
And I sat me down and pondered long and deep.
And a cloud of gloom came o'er me
At the empty leagues before me 
Yea, I marked the virgin grass-lands' mighty sweep 
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