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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408736" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sez You</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, <br>And across the distant timber you can SEE the flowing heat; <br>When your head is hot and aching, and the shadeless plain is wide, <br>And it's fifteen miles to water in the scrub the other side -- <br>Don't give up, don't be down-hearted, to a man's strong heart be true! <br>Take the air in through your nostrils, set your lips and see it through -- <br>For it can't go on for ever, and -- `I'll have my day!' says you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you're camping in the mulga, and the rain is falling slow, <br>While you nurse your rheumatism 'neath a patch of calico; <br>Short of tucker or tobacco, short of sugar or of tea, <br>And the scrubs are dark and dismal, and the plains are like a sea; <br>Don't give up and be down-hearted -- to the soul of man be true! <br>Grin! if you've a mate to grin for, grin and jest and don't look blue; <br>For it can't go on for ever, and -- `I'll rise some day,' says you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you've tramped the Sydney pavements till you've counted all the flags, <br>And your flapping boot-soles trip you, and your clothes are mostly rags, <br>When you're called a city loafer, shunned, abused, moved on, despised -- <br>Fifty hungry beggars after every job that's advertised -- <br>Don't be beaten! Hold your head up! To your wretched self be true; <br>Set your pride to fight your hunger! Be a MAN in all you do! <br>For it cannot last for ever -- `I will rise again!' says you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you're dossing out in winter, in the darkness and the rain, <br>Crouching, cramped, and cold and hungry 'neath a seat in The Domain, <br>And a cloaked policeman stirs you with that mighty foot of his -- <br>`Phwat d'ye mane? Phwat's this? <br> Who are ye? Come, move on -- git out av this!' <br>Don't get mad; 'twere only foolish; there is nought that you can do, <br>Save to mark his beat and time him -- find another hole or two; <br>But it can't go on for ever -- `I'll have money yet!' says you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bother not about the morrow, for sufficient to the day <br>Is the evil (rather more so). Put your trust in God and pray! <br>Study well the ant, thou sluggard. Blessed are the meek and low. <br>Ponder calmly on the lilies -- how they idle, how they grow. <br>A man's a man! Obey your masters! Do not blame the proud and fat, <br>For the poor are always with them, and they cannot alter that. <br>Lay your treasures up in Heaven -- cling to life and see it through! <br>For it cannot last for ever -- `I shall die some day,' says you.</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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