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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gumsucker's Dirge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing the evil days we see, and the worse that are to be, <br>In such doggerel as dejection will allow, <br>We are pilgrims, sorrow-led, with no Beulah on ahead, <br>No elysian Up the Country for us now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the settlements extend till they seem to have no end; <br>Spreading silently, you can't tell when or how; <br>And a home-infested land stretches out on every hand, <br>So there is no Up the Country for us now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the six-foot Mountain peak, up and down the dubious creek, <br>Where the cockatoos alone should make a row, <br>There the rooster tears his throat, to announce with homely note, <br>That there is no Up the Country for us now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the dingo should be seen, sounds the Amy tambourine, <br>While the hardest case surrenders with a vow; <br>And the church-bell, going strong, makes us feel we've lived too long, <br>Since there is no Up the Country for us now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And along the pine-ridge side, where the mallee-hen should hide, <br>You will see some children driving home a cow; <br>Whilst, ballooning on a line, female garniture gives sign, <br>That there is no Up the Country for us now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, in place of emu's eggs, you will find surveyors' pegs, <br>And the culvert where there ought to be a slough; <br>There, a mortise in the ground, shows the digger has been round, <br>And has left no Up the Country for us now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And across this fenced-in view, like our friend the well-sung Jew, <br>Goes the swaggy, with a frown upon his brow, <br>He is cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, for the thought is on his mind, <br>That there is no Up the Country for him now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the boy that bolts from home has no decent place to roam, <br>No region with adventure to endow, <br>But his ardent spirit cools at the sight of farms and schools, <br>Hence, there is no Up the Country for him now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such a settling, spreading curse must infallibly grow worse, <br>Till the saltbush disappears before the plough, <br>But the future, evil-fraught, is forgotten in the thought, <br>That there is no Up the Country for us now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must do a steady shift, and devote our minds to thrift, <br>Till we reach at length the standard of the Chow<br>For we're crumpled side by side in a world no longer wide, <br>And there is no Up the Country for us now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Better we were cold and still, with our famous Jim and Bill, <br>Beneath the interdicted wattle-bough, <br>For the angels made our date five-and-twenty years too late, <br>And there is no Up the Country for us now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joseph+Furphy">Joseph Furphy</a><div class=q>
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In such doggerel as dejection will allow, 
We are pilgrims, sorrow-led, with no Beulah on ahead, 
No elysian Up the Country for us now. 

For the settlements extend till they seem to have n..."></div>
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