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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395997" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Nation Builders</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A handful of workers seeking the star of a strong intent - <br>A handful of heroes scattered to conquer a continent - <br>Thirst, and fever, and famine, drought, and ruin, and flood, <br>And the bones that bleach on the sandhill, and the spears that redden with blood; <br>And the pitiless might of the molten skies, at noon, on the sun-cracked plain, <br>And the walls of the northern jungles, shall front them ever in vain, <br>Till the land that lies like a giant asleep shall wake to the victory won, <br>And the hearts of the Nation Builders shall know that the work is done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>To North, on the seas of summer, where the pearl flotillas swim, <br>To East, where the axe is ringing in the heart of the ranges grim, <br>On the plains where the free wind bloweth by never a tree or shrub, <br>On the pine-topped slopes where the settler carves a home in the tropic scrub, <br>On fields where the miner sleeps unstirred by the ceaseless monotone <br>And crash of the stampers night and day at work on the milk-white stone, <br>'Tis war and stress, with never a pause to mourn for a stout heart gone, <br>Till the souls of the Nation Builders shall know that the work is done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>On the deck of the lonely light-ship, in the sand of the new-found West, <br>Where strong men fall and die like sheep in the thirst of the golden quest, <br>By the dry stock routes, by the burnt-up creeks, where the cattle sink and fail, <br>By the coral reefs, where the bêching boats swing on 'neath the sun-tanned sail, <br>In the wild ravine where the searcher's gold is bought with his own heart's blood, <br>In the dark of the drive where the miner's life goes out with the swirling flood, <br>'Tis war and stress, with never a pause to mourn for a stout heart gone, <br>Till the lives of the Nation Builders have paid for the victory won. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In the glare and steam of the cities, the thunder and chatter of wheel, <br>By the teeming wharves, where the liners lie at rest on an even keel, <br>In the strife of a swelling commerce, at the desk in the dull routine <br>Where the soul of a man is warped and sunk to the soul of a mere machine, <br>In the flash of the wire to west and north, in the hum of the restless street, <br>In the pulse of the toiling press that beats all night in a fever heat, <br>Where the weary brain and the pen plod on 'neath the white electric light - <br>Tho' we fail and fall still the fight goes on; and ever our sons shall fight, <br>Till the land that lies like a giant asleep shall wake to the victory won, <br>And the hearts of the Nation Builders shall know that the work is done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We are but the hands of the Builder, who toileth and frameth afar; <br>System, and order, and sequence; sun, and planet, and star - <br>Faint sparks of a Mighty Genius, a breath of the Over Soul, <br>Who shapes the thought of the workers wherever his worlds may roll. <br>On! tho' we grope and blunder, the trend of our aim is true! <br>On! there is death in dalliance whilst yet there is work to do, <br>Till the land that lies like a giant asleep shall wake to the victory won, <br>And the eyes of the Master Worker shall see that the work is done.</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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A handful of heroes scattered to conquer a continent - 
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