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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408794" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Captains</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Captains sailed from all the World—from all the world and Spain;<br>And each one for his country’s ease, her glory and her gain;<br>The Captains sailed to Southern Seas, and sailed the Spanish Main;<br>And some sailed out beyond the World, and some sailed home again. <br>And each one for his daily bread, and bitter bread it was,<br>Because of things they’d left at home—or for some other cause.<br>Their wives and daughters made the lace to deck the Lady’s gown,<br>Where sailors’ wives sew dungarees by many a seaport town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Captains sailed in rotten ships, with often rotten crews,<br>Because their lands were ignorant and meaner than the ooze;<br>With money furnished them by Greed, or by ambition mean,<br>When they had crawled to some pig-faced, pig-hearted king or queen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when a storm was on the coast, and spray leaped o’er the quays,<br>Then little Joan or Dorothy, or Inez or Louise,<br>Would kneel her down on such a night beside her mother’s knees,<br>And fold her little hands and pray for those beyond the seas.<br>With the touching faith of little girls—the faith by love embalmed—<br>They’d pray for men beyond the seas who might have been becalmed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For some will pray at CHRIST His feet, and some at MARY’S shrine;<br>And some to Heathen goddesses, as I have prayed to mine;<br>To Mecca or to Bethlehem, to Fire, or Joss, or Sol,<br>And one will pray to sticks or stones, and one to her rag doll.<br>But we are stubborn men and vain, and though we rise or fall,<br>Our children’s prayers or women’s prayers, GOD knows we need them all!<br>And no one fights the bitter gale, or strives in combat grim,<br>But, somewhere in the world, a child is praying hard for him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Captains sailed to India, to China and Japan.<br>They met the Strangers’ Welcome and the Friendliness of Man;<br>The Captains sailed to Southern Seas, and “wondrous sights” they saw—<br>The Rights of Man in savage lands, and law without a law.<br>They learnt the truth from savages, and wisdom from the wild,<br>And learned to walk in unknown ways, and trust them like a child.<br>(The sailors told of monstrous things that be where sailors roam . . .<br>But none had seen more monstrous things than they had seen at home.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They found new worlds for crowded folk in cities old and worn,<br>And huts of hunger, fog and smoke in lands by Faction torn.<br>(They found the great and empty lands where Nations might be born.)<br>They found new foods, they found new wealth, and newer ways to live,<br>Where sons might grow in strength and health, with all that God would give.<br>They tracked their ways through unknown seas where Danger still remains,<br>And sailed back poor and broken men, and some sailed back in chains.<br>But, bound or free, or ill or well, where’er their sails were furled,<br>They brought to weary, worn-out lands glad tidings from the World. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Seasons saw our fathers come, their flocks and herds increase;<br>They saw the old lands waste in War, the new lands waste in Peace;<br>The Seasons saw new gardens made, they saw the old lands bleed,<br>And into new lands introduced the curse of Class and Creed.<br>They saw the birth of Politics, and all was ripe for Greed.<br>And Mammon came and built his towers, and Mammon held the fort:<br>Till one new land went dollar-mad, and one went mad for Sport. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where men for love of Science sailed in rotten tubs for years,<br>To hang or starve, while nought availed a wife or daughter’s tears—<br>Where men made life-long sacrifice for some blind Northern Power,<br>Now Science sinks a thousand souls, and sinks them in an hour.<br>You would be rich and great too soon—have all that mortal craves;<br>The day may come ere you have lived when you’ll be poor and slaves.<br>You heeded not the warning voice, for Self and Sport prevailed;<br>You yet might wish, in dust and dread, those Captains had not sailed.</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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