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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408634" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>He Had So Much Work To Do</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell a simple little story of a settler in the West,<br>Where the soldier birds and farmers, and selectors never rest<br>While the sun shines—and they often work in rainy weather, too:<br>But it’s all about a young man who had so much work to do. <br>One of Mason’s sons, Jim Mason, and the straightest of the lot,<br>(They were all straight for that matter) Jim was working for old Scott—<br>(Scott that fired at Brummy Hughson, when the “stick-ups” used to be),<br>Jim was courting Mary Kelly down at Lowes, at Wilbertree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jim was trucking for a sawmill to make money for the home,<br>He was making, out of Mudgee, for the family to come,<br>And a load-chain snapped the switch-bar, and Black Anderson found Jim,<br>In the morning, in a creek-bed, with a log on top of him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was riding for the doctor—just the same old reckless race:<br>And a spring cart with a mattress came and took him from the place,<br>To the hospital at Gulgong—but they couldn’t pull him through—<br>And Jim said “It seems a pity—I—had so much work to do.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“There’s the hut—it’s close-up finished; and the forty acres fenced;<br>And—I’ve cleared enough for ploughin’, but the dam is just commenced!”<br>Then he said—and for a moment from the nurse his eyes he hid—<br>“But I’m glad we wasn’t married, for there might have been a kid.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That was all—at least it wasn’t for he didn’t die until<br>He had “fixed it up for Mary with a proper lawyer will,”<br>And the “Forty acre paddick,” “And I only hope,” said he,<br>“That she’ll get some decent feller when she’s quite got over me.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor old broken-hearted Mason and his “missus” took their spell,<br>But another son and Mary finished Jim’s work very well.<br>They have grown-up sons and daughters—some on new selections, too,<br>And their hands and hearts are fitted for the work they have to do. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, my brothers! see the moral, lest the truth should come too late!<br>We are far too apt to quarrel with the writer’s fancied fate—<br>Damn the Past! and leave to-morrow: millions are worse off than you!<br>Think, ere you would “drown your sorrow,” of the work that you should do. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though the fates have seemed unkind to our unhappy brotherhood,<br>We are too apt to be blind to our great power to do good;<br>Many thousands, starved and stinted, for a line of comfort come,<br>We can write, and have it printed—They must suffer and be dumb. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think not of the hours we wasted in “oblivion” foully won,<br>Or the bitter cups we tasted. Let us work! that, when life’s done,<br>We shall have in bush or city, shaped our future course so true<br>That they’ll say “It is a pity—they had so much more to do.”</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>
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Where the soldier birds and farmers, and selectors never rest
While the sun shines—and they often work in rainy weather, too:
But it’s all about a young man who had so much work to do. 
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