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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The Days When The World Was Wide</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, <br>For little is new where the crowds resort, and less where the wanderers go; <br>Greater, or smaller, the same old things we see by the dull road-side -- <br>And tired of all is the spirit that sings <br> of the days when the world was wide. <br> <br>When the North was hale in the march of Time, <br> and the South and the West were new, <br>And the gorgeous East was a pantomime, as it seemed in our boyhood's view; <br>When Spain was first on the waves of change, <br> and proud in the ranks of pride, <br>And all was wonderful, new and strange in the days when the world was wide. <br> <br>Then a man could fight if his heart were bold, <br> and win if his faith were true -- <br>Were it love, or honour, or power, or gold, or all that our hearts pursue; <br>Could live to the world for the family name, or die for the family pride, <br>Could fly from sorrow, and wrong, and shame <br> in the days when the world was wide. <br> <br>They sailed away in the ships that sailed ere science controlled the main, <br>When the strong, brave heart of a man prevailed <br> as 'twill never prevail again; <br>They knew not whither, nor much they cared -- <br> let Fate or the winds decide -- <br>The worst of the Great Unknown they dared <br> in the days when the world was wide. <br> <br>They raised new stars on the silent sea that filled their hearts with awe; <br>They came to many a strange countree and marvellous sights they saw. <br>The villagers gaped at the tales they told, <br> and old eyes glistened with pride -- <br>When barbarous cities were paved with gold <br> in the days when the world was wide. <br> <br>'Twas honest metal and honest wood, in the days of the Outward Bound, <br>When men were gallant and ships were good -- roaming the wide world round. <br>The gods could envy a leader then when `Follow me, lads!' he cried -- <br>They faced each other and fought like men <br> in the days when the world was wide. <br> <br>They tried to live as a freeman should -- they were happier men than we, <br>In the glorious days of wine and blood, when Liberty crossed the sea; <br>'Twas a comrade true or a foeman then, and a trusty sword well tried -- <br>They faced each other and fought like men <br> in the days when the world was wide. <br> <br>The good ship bound for the Southern seas when the beacon was Ballarat, <br>With a `Ship ahoy!' on the freshening breeze, <br> `Where bound?' and `What ship's that?' -- <br>The emigrant train to New Mexico -- the rush to the Lachlan Side -- <br>Ah! faint is the echo of Westward Ho! <br> from the days when the world was wide. <br> <br>South, East, and West in advance of Time -- and, ay! in advance of Thought <br>Those brave men rose to a height sublime -- and is it for this they fought? <br>And is it for this damned life we praise the god-like spirit that died <br>At Eureka Stockade in the Roaring Days <br> with the days when the world was wide? <br> <br>We fight like women, and feel as much; the thoughts of our hearts we guard; <br>Where scarcely the scorn of a god could touch, <br> the sneer of a sneak hits hard; <br>The treacherous tongue and cowardly pen, the weapons of curs, decide -- <br>They faced each other and fought like men <br> in the days when the world was wide. <br> <br>Think of it all -- of the life that is! Study your friends and foes! <br>Study the past! And answer this: `Are these times better than those?' <br>The life-long quarrel, the paltry spite, the sting of your poisoned pride! <br>No matter who fell it were better to fight <br> as they did when the world was wide. <br> <br>Boast as you will of your mateship now -- crippled and mean and sly -- <br>The lines of suspicion on friendship's brow <br> were traced since the days gone by. <br>There was room in the long, free lines of the van <br> to fight for it side by side -- <br>There was beating-room for the heart of a man <br> in the days when the world was wide. <br> <br> . . . . . <br> <br>With its dull, brown days of a-shilling-an-hour <br> the dreary year drags round: <br>Is this the result of Old England's power? <br> -- the bourne of the Outward Bound? <br>Is this the sequel of Westward Ho! -- of the days of Whate'er Betide? <br>The heart of the rebel makes answer `No! <br> We'll fight till the world grows wide!' <br> <br>The world shall yet be a wider world -- for the tokens are manifest; <br>East and North shall the wrongs be hurled that followed us South and West. <br>The march of Freedom is North by the Dawn! Follow, whate'er betide! <br>Sons of the Exiles, march! March on! March till the world grows wide!</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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