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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Ballade of Home</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LET others prate of Greece and Rome,<br> And towns where they may never be,<br>The muse should wander nearer home.<br> My country is enough for me;<br> Her wooded hills that watch the sea,<br>Her inland miles of springing corn,<br> At Macedon or Barrakee—<br>I love the land where I was born. <br>On Juliet smile the autumn stars<br> And windswept plains by Winchelsea,<br>In summer on their sandy bars<br> Her rivers loiter languidly.<br> Where singing waters fall and flee<br>The gullied ranges dip to Lorne<br> With musk and gum and myrtle tree—<br>I love the land where I was born. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wild things in her tangles move<br> As blithe as fauns in Sicily,<br>Where Melbourne rises roof by roof<br> The tall ships serve her at the quay,<br> And hers the yoke of liberty<br>On stalwart shoulders lightly worn,<br> Where thought and speech and prayer are free—<br>I love the land where I was born. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Princes and lords of high degree,<br> Smile, and we fling you scorn for scorn,<br>In hope and faith and memory<br> I love the land where I was born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Enid+Derham">Enid Derham</a><div class=q>
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 And towns where they may never be,
The muse should wander nearer home.
 My country is enough for me;
 Her wooded hills that watch the sea,
Her inland miles of springing corn,
 At Macedon or Barrakee—
I love ..."></div>
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