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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408697" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the March</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the time seems come at last, <br>And the drums go rolling past, <br>And above them in the sunlight Labour's banners float and flow; <br>They are marching with the sun, <br>But I look in vain for one <br>Of the men who fought for freedom more than fifteen years ago. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They were men who did the work <br>Out at Blackall, Hay, and Bourke – <br>They were men who fought the battle that the world shall never know; <br>And they vanished one by one <br>When their bitter task was done – <br>Men who worked and wrote for freedom more than fifteen years ago. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some are scattered, some are dead, <br>By the shanty and the shed, <br>In the lignum and the mulga, by the river running low; <br>And I often wish in vain <br>I could call them back again – <br>Mates of mine who fought for freedom more than fifteen years ago. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the country of their birth <br>Some have sailed and proved their worth; <br>Some have died on distant deserts, some have perished in the snow. <br>Some are gloomy, bitter men, <br>And I meet them now and then – <br>Men who'd give their lives for Labour more than fifteen years ago. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the drums come back to me, <br>And they beat for victory, <br>But my heart is scarcely quickened, and I never feel the glow; <br>For I've learnt the world since then, <br>And the hopelessness of men, <br>And the fire it burnt too fiercely more than fifteen years ago. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lucky you who still are young, <br>When the rebel war-hymn's sung, <br>And the sons of slaves are marching with their faces all aglow, <br>When the revolution comes <br>And the blood is on the drums – <br>Oh! I wish the storm had found me more than fifteen years ago! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bear the olden banner still! <br>Let the nations fight who will! <br>'Tis the flag of generations – the flag that all the peoples know; <br>And they'll bear it, brave and red, <br>Over ancient rebel dead, <br>In the future to the finish as a thousand years ago!</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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And the drums go rolling past, 
And above them in the sunlight Labour's banners float and flow; 
They are marching with the sun, 
But I look in vain for one 
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