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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408876" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Never-Never Country</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, <br>By railroad, coach, and track -- <br>By lonely graves of our brave dead, <br>Up-Country and Out-Back: <br>To where 'neath glorious the clustered stars <br>The dreamy plains expand -- <br>My home lies wide a thousand miles <br>In the Never-Never Land. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It lies beyond the farming belt, <br>Wide wastes of scrub and plain, <br>A blazing desert in the drought, <br>A lake-land after rain; <br>To the sky-line sweeps the waving grass, <br>Or whirls the scorching sand -- <br>A phantom land, a mystic land! <br>The Never-Never Land. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where lone Mount Desolation lies, <br>Mounts Dreadful and Despair -- <br>'Tis lost beneath the rainless skies <br>In hopeless deserts there; <br>It spreads nor'-west by No-Man's-Land -- <br>Where clouds are seldom seen -- <br>To where the cattle-stations lie <br>Three hundred miles between. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The drovers of the Great Stock Routes <br>The strange Gulf country know -- <br>Where, travelling from the southern drought <br>The big lean bullocks go; <br>And camped by night where plains lie wide, <br>Like some old ocean's bed, <br>The watchmen in the starlight ride <br>Round fifteen hundred head. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And west of named and numbered days <br>The shearers walk and ride -- <br>Jack Cornstalk and the Ne'er-do-well <br>And the grey-beard side by side; <br>They veil their eyes -- from moon and stars, <br>And slumber on the sand -- <br>Sad memories steep as years go round <br>In Never-Never Land. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By lonely huts north-west of Bourke, <br>Through years of flood and drought, <br>The best of English black-sheep work <br>Their own salvation out: <br>Wild fresh-faced boys grown gaunt and brown -- <br>Stiff-lipped and haggard-eyed -- <br>They live the Dead Past grimly down! <br>Where boundary-riders ride. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The College Wreck who sank beneath, <br>Then rose above his shame, <br>Tramps west in mateship with the man <br>Who cannot write his name. <br>'Tis there where on the barren track <br>No last half-crust's begrudged -- <br>Where saint and sinner, side by side, <br>Judge not, and are not judged. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh rebels to society! <br>The Outcasts of the West -- <br>Oh hopeless eyes that smile for me, <br>And broken hearts that jest! <br>The pluck to face a thousand miles -- <br>The grit to see it through! <br>The communion perfected! -- <br>And -- I am proud of you! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Arab to true desert sand, <br>The Finn to fields of snow, <br>The Flax-stick turns to Maoriland, <br>While the seasons come and go; <br>And this old fact comes home to me -- <br>And will not let me rest -- <br>However barren it may be, <br>Your own land is the best! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, lest at ease I should forget <br>True mateship after all, <br>My water-bag and billy yet <br>Are hanging on the wall; <br>And if my fate should show the sign <br>I'd tramp to sunsets grand <br>With gaunt and stern-eyed mates of mine <br>In the Never-Never 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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By railroad, coach, and track -- 
By lonely graves of our brave dead, 
Up-Country and Out-Back: 
To where 'neath glorious the clustered stars 
The dreamy plains expand -- 
My home lies wide a thousand miles 
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