<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358028" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a Dead Mate</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's many a man who rides today<br>In the lonely, far out-back;<br>There's many a man who makes his way<br>On a dusty bushland track;<br>There's many a man in bush and town<br>Who mourns for a good mate gone;<br>There are eyes grown sad and heads cast down<br>Since Henry has passed on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A mate he was, and a mate to love,<br>For mateship was his creed:<br>With a strong, true heart and a soul above<br>This sad world's sordid greed.<br>He lived as a mate, and wrote as a mate<br>Of the things which he believed.<br>Now many a good man mourns his fate,<br>And he leaves a nation grieved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">True champion he of the lame and halt:<br>True knight of the poor was he,<br>Who could e'er excuse a brother's fault<br>With a ready sympathy.<br>He suffered much, and much he toiled,<br>With his hand e'er for the right:<br>And he dreamed and planned while the billy boiled<br>In the bushland camp at night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joe Wilson and his mates are sad,<br>And the tears of bushwives fall,<br>For the kindly heart that Henry had<br>Had made him loved of all.<br>There's many a man who rides today,<br>Cast down and sore oppressed;<br>And thro' the land I hear them say:<br>'Pass, Henry, to your rest.'</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=358028" data-title="To a Dead Mate de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="There's many a man who rides today In the lonely, far out-back; There's many a man who makes his way On a dusty bushland track; There's many a man in bush and town Who mourns for a good mate gone; There are eyes grown sad and heads cast down Since..."></div> </div> </div>

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