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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>New Country</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Conde had come with us all the way -- <br> Eight hundred miles -- but the fortnight's rest <br>Made him fresh as a youngster, the sturdy bay! <br> And Lurline was looking her very best. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weary and footsore, the cattle strayed <br> 'Mid the silvery saltbush well content; <br>Where the creeks lay cool 'neath the gidya's shade <br> The stock-horses clustered, travel-spent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the bright spring morning we left them all -- <br> Camp, and cattle, and white, and black -- <br>And rode for the Range's westward fall, <br> Where the dingo's trail was the only track. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slow through the clay-pans, wet to the knee, <br> With the cane-grass rustling overhead; <br>Swift o'er the plains with never a tree; <br> Up the cliffs by a torrent's bed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bridle on arm for a mile or more <br> We toiled, ere we reached Bindanna's verge <br>And saw -- as one sees a far-off shore -- <br> The blue hills bounding the forest surge. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">An ocean of trees, by the west wind stirred, <br> Rolled, ever rolled, to the great cliff's base; <br>And its sound like the noise of waves was heard <br> 'Mid the rocks and the caves of that lonely place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We recked not of wealth in stream or soil <br> As we heard on the heights the breezes sing; <br>We felt no longer our travel-toil; <br> We feared no more what the years might bring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Hannay+Foott">Mary Hannay Foott</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455780" data-title="New Country de Mary Hannay Foott" data-description="Conde had come with us all the way -- Eight hundred miles -- but the fortnight's rest Made him fresh as a youngster, the sturdy bay! And Lurline was looking her very best. Weary and footsore, the cattle str..."></div> </div> </div>
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