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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395994" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Land Of The Dawning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darkrose her shore in seas of amethyst<br>By tropic breezes kissed,<br>A summer land in watery wastes forlorn,<br>Her ranges floating in the snow-white mist<br>And gold of early morn.<br>The tides of Empire ebbed and flowed afar;<br>The thrones of nations in the dust were hurled,<br>Silent she slept beneath the morning star,<br>A virgin world. <br>Love, Birth, and Death, the stress of Age and Race,<br>Changed not her maiden face—<br>Unstocked her pastures and untilled her soil—<br>She who for labour builds a throne apace<br>Saw not her people toil;<br>Down the low valleys, up the stormy steeps,<br>Careless they roamed at will: the land was free<br>From desert stark to where the mangrove sleeps<br>Upon the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There dropped no anchor at her river bars<br>Beneath the quiet stars;<br>No wandering sail her silent waters swept;<br>By waste and scrub, o’er plain and rocky scars<br>No alien footstep crept;<br>In feathery billows of her grassy seas<br>Some lonely mountain stretched its capes of blue;<br>Only the heavens above her and the breeze<br>Her secrets knew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the wild grass grew rank on slopes forlorn<br>Rise fields of yellow corn,<br>And purple lucerne-bloom makes sweet the air;<br>The sullen mountain, lost in mists of morn,<br>Its golden heart lays bare.<br>Spoils of her pastures crowd full many a mart;<br>Her glittering treasure calls to many a land;<br>She has no secrets for the daring heart<br>And strong brown hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The smoke and thunder of her cities rise<br>To the same careless skies;<br>Her arteries thread the same wide sunlit leas,<br>Her fleets stretch forth their wings of enterprise<br>O’er the same summer seas.<br>She to the Nations cries: “No Past, no Fame,<br>No Memories quicken round my flag unfurled;<br>The mightier, therefore, shall I carve my name<br>Upon the World.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Essex+Evans">George Essex Evans</a><div class=q>
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By tropic breezes kissed,
A summer land in watery wastes forlorn,
Her ranges floating in the snow-white mist
And gold of early morn.
The tides of Empire ebbed and flowed afar;
The thrones of nations in the du..."></div>
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