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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Heart of Australia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, <br>Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote of a war to come: <br>And I pictured Australians fighting as their fathers fought of old <br>For the old things, pride or country, for God or the Devil or gold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they lounged on the rim of Australia in the peace that had come to last, <br>And they laughed at my &quot;cavalry charges&quot; for such things belonged to the past; <br>Then our wise men smiled with indulgence – ere the swift years proved me right – <br>Saying: &quot;What shall Australia fight for? And whom shall Australia fight?&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wrote of the unlocked rivers in the days when my heart was full, <br>And I pleaded for irrigation where they sacrifice all for wool. <br>I pictured Australia fighting when the coast had been lost and won – <br>With arsenals west of the mountains and every spur its gun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what shall Australia fight for? The reason may yet be found, <br>When strange shells scatter the wickets and burst on the football ground. <br>And &quot;Who shall invade Australia?&quot; let the wisdom of ages say <br>&quot;The friend of a further future – or the ally of yesterday!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aye! What must Australia fight for? In the strife that never shall cease, <br>She must fight for her work unfinished: she must fight for her life and peace, <br>For the sins of the older nations. She must fight for her own reward. <br>She has taken the sword in her blindness and shall live or die by the sword. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the statesman, the churchman, the scholar still peer through their glasses dim <br>And they see no cloud on the future as they roost on Australia's rim: <br>Where the farmer works with the lumpers and the drover drives a dray, <br>And the shearer on Garden Island is shifting a hill to-day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had we used the wealth we have squandered and the land that we kept from the plough, <br>A prosperous Federal City would be over the mountains now, <br>With farms that sweep to horizons and gardens where plains lay bare, <br>And the bulk of the population and the Heart of Australia there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had we used the time we have wasted and the gold we have thrown away, <br>The pick of the world's mechanics would be over the range to-day – <br>In the Valley of Coal and Iron where the breeze from the bush comes down, <br>And where thousands of makers of all things should be happy in Factory Town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They droned on the rim of Australia, the wise men who never could learn; <br>Our substance we sent to the nations, and their shoddy we bought in return. <br>In the end, shall our soldiers fight naked, no help for them under the sun – <br>And never a cartridge to stick in the breech of a Brummagem gun? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the Wars of the World coming near us the wise men are waking to-day. <br>Hurry out ammunition from England! Mount guns on the cliffs while you may! <br>And God pardon our sins as a people if Invasion's unmerciful hand <br>Should strike at the heart of Australia drought-cramped on the verge of the land.</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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