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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455788" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fate of Bass</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the snow-line of the summit stood the Spaniard's English slave;<br>And the frighted condor westward flew afar---<br>Where the torch of Cotopaxi lit the wide Pacific wave,<br>And the tender moon embraced a new-born star.<br>Blanched the cheek that Austral breezes off Van Diemen's coast had tanned,<br>Bent the form that on the deck stood stalwart there;<br>Slim and pallid as a woman's was the sailor's sunburnt hand,<br>And untimely silver streaked the strong man's hair.<br>From the forest far beneath him came the baffled bloodhound's bay,<br>From the gusty slope the camp-fire's fitful glow;<br>But the pass the Indian told of o'er the cliff beside him lay,<br>And beyond---The Mighty River's easward flow.<br>&quot;Mine the secret of the Incas; to the tyrants never told;<br>Mine the Cloven Rock; the league long Sculptured Way!<br>Ere the weary scouts awaken, ere the embers are grown cold---<br>Ere the dogs in dreams their quarry seize and slay!&quot;<br>Freedom's threshold!---yet he tarries---gazes seaward, southward still,<br>Past the gulfs where fainting chain-gangs toil entombed,<br>And the furnace of the smelter taints the winds of every hill<br>With the fumes that swathe the dying and the doomed.<br>Never, never, gallant seaman, may the land that lit thy dreams<br>In the starless drive make glad thine eyes again---<br>Where through tropic heavens at midnight the Antarctic glory streams<br>And a sea of blossom floods the wintry plain.<br>Never more the settler's welcome, at the sinking of the sun,<br>Nor his godspeed; mid the fragrant Austral morn!<br>Shattered, spent, and broken-hearted---yet a guerdon thou hast won,<br>And where brave souls meet thou shalt not stand forlorn.</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>
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