<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408628" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grace Jennings Carmicheal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hate the pen, the foolscap fair,<br>The poet’s corner, and the page,<br>For Grief and Death are written there,<br>In every land and every age.<br>The poets sing and play their parts,<br>Their daring cheers, their humour shines,<br>But, ah! my friends! their broken hearts<br>Have writ in blood between the lines. <br>They fought to build a Commonwealth,<br>They write for women and for men,<br>They give their youth, we give their health<br>And never prostitute the pen.<br>Their work in other tongues is read,<br>And when sad years wear out the pen,<br>Then they may seek their happy dead<br>Or go and starve in exile then. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A grudging meed of praise you give,<br>Or, your excuse, the ready lie—<br>(O! God, you don’t know how they live!<br>O! God, you don’t know how they die!)<br>The poetess, whose gentle tone<br>Oft cheered your mothers’ hearts when down;<br>A lonely woman, fought alone<br>The bitter fight in London town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your rich to lilac lands resort,<br>And old-world luxuries they buy;<br>You pour out gold to Cant and Sport<br>And give a million to a lie.<br>You give to cheats who rant and rave<br>With eyes that glare and arms that whirl,<br>But not a penny that might save<br>The children of the Gippsland girl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</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=408628" data-title="Grace Jennings Carmicheal de Henry Lawson" data-description="I hate the pen, the foolscap fair, The poet’s corner, and the page, For Grief and Death are written there, In every land and every age. The poets sing and play their parts, Their daring cheers, their humour shines, But, ah! my friends! their bro..."></div> </div> </div>

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