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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Heed Not!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heed not the cock-sure tourist,<br>Seeing with English eyes;<br>Stroked at the banquet table<br>Still, with the old stock lies—<br>Pet of a social circle,<br>Guest in a garden fair—<br>Free of the first-class carriage—<br>He learns no Australia there. <br>Heed not the Southern humbugs<br>By the first saloons who come—<br>From his work in the wide, hot scrub-lands<br>The Australian goes not home.<br>Give them the toadies’ knighthood,<br>Fit for the souls they’ve got;<br>Fear not to shame Australia<br>For Australia knows them not. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heed not the Sydney ‘dailies,’<br>Naught for the land they do;<br>Heed not the Melbourne street crowd,<br>For they know no more than you!<br>Pent in the coastal cities,<br>Still on the old-world track—<br>They know naught of Australia,<br>Of the heart of the great Out-Back. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But wait for the voice that gathers<br>Strength by the western creeks!<br>Heed ye the Out-Back shearers—<br>List when the Great Bush speaks!<br>Heed ye the black-sheep, working<br>His own salvation free—<br>And Oh! heed ye the sons of the exiles<br>When they speak of the things to be!</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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Seeing with English eyes;
Stroked at the banquet table
Still, with the old stock lies—
Pet of a social circle,
Guest in a garden fair—
Free of the first-class carriage—
He learns no Australia there. 
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