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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Shearers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No church-bell rings them from the Track,<br>No pulpit lights theirblindness--<br>'Tis hardship, drought, and homelessness<br>That teach those Bushmen kindness:<br>The mateship born, in barren lands,<br>Of toil and thirst and danger,<br>The camp-fare for the wanderer set,<br>The first place to the stranger. <br>They do the best they can to-day--<br>Take no thought of the morrow;<br>Their way is not the old-world way--<br>They live to lend and borrow.<br>When shearing's done and cheques gone wrong,<br>They call it &quot;time to slither&quot;--<br>They saddle up and say &quot;So-long!&quot;<br>And ride the Lord knows whither. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though he may be brown or black,<br>Or wrong man there, or right man,<br>The mate that's steadfast to his mates<br>They call that man a &quot;white man!&quot;<br>They tramp in mateship side by side--<br>The Protestant and Roman--<br>They call no biped lord or sir,<br>And touch their hat to no man! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They carry in their swags perhaps,<br>A portrait and a letter--<br>And, maybe, deep down in their hearts,<br>The hope of &quot;something better.&quot;<br>Where lonely miles are long to ride,<br>And long, hot days recurrent,<br>There's lots of time to think of men<br>They might have been--but weren't. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They turn their faces to the west<br>And leave the world behind them<br>(Their drought-dry graves are seldom set<br>Where even mates can find them).<br>They know too little of the world<br>To rise to wealth or greatness;<br>But in these lines I gladly pay<br>My tribute to their greatness.</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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No pulpit lights theirblindness--
'Tis hardship, drought, and homelessness
That teach those Bushmen kindness:
The mateship born, in barren lands,
Of toil and thirst and danger,
The camp-fare for the wander..."></div>
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