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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408759" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>That Great Waiting Silence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where shall we go for prophecy? Where shall we go for proof?<br>The holiday street is crowded, pavement, window and roof;<br>Band and banner pass by us, and the old tunes rise and fall—<br>But that great waiting silence is on the people all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is the cheering and laughter of the eight-hour days gone by?<br>When the holiday heart was careless, and the holiday spirit high—<br>The friendly jostling and banter, the wit and the jovial call?<br>But that great waiting silence is over the people all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! but my heart beats faster—and a gush that was nearly tears:<br>Clatter of hammers on iron! and Australian Engineers!<br>Goods from Australian workshops—proud to the world at last<br>(And I see, in a flash from the future, Australian guns go past).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morning sun-glare, softened by a veil, like frosted glass—<br>There is no breath of a head-breeze as the Labour banners pass,<br>There seems no sign of a danger or a change for the workers now—<br>But for some great, new-born spirit the banners seem to bow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where shall we go for our platforms? Where shall we go, indeed?<br>Shall we follow the cackle of women that follow the jesting Reid,<br>Through indifferent-seeming cities—and the browned men straight and tall?<br>But that great waiting silence is on the people all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twist and tangle and mystify, bully, and weep and bluff;<br>Marry the truth to a glaring lie, and say it is good enough;<br>Boast of your vice and villainy—in your virtue rant and bawl—<br>But that great waiting silence is over the people all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brothers, who work with shovel or pen, labour by day and night:<br>Brothers, who think of the hearts of men, ponder and speak and write;<br>Work for Australia’s destiny, content till you hear the call,<br>For the spirit that builds a nation is over the people all.</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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The holiday street is crowded, pavement, window and roof;
Band and banner pass by us, and the old tunes rise and fall—
But that great waiting silence is on the people all!

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