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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509462" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bushman’s Lullaby</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lift me down to the creek bank, Jack,<br>It must be fresher outside;<br>The long hot day is well nigh done;<br>It’s a chance if I see another one;<br>I should like to look on the setting sun,<br>And the water, cool and wide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We didn’t think it would be like this<br>Last week, as we rode together;<br>True mates we’ve been in this far land<br>For many a year, since Devon’s strand<br>We left for these wastes of sun-scorched sand<br>In the blessed English weather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We left, when the leafy lanes were green<br>And the trees met overhead,<br>The rippling brooks ran clear and gay,<br>The air was sweet with the scent of hay,<br>How well I remember the very day<br>And the words my mother said!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have toiled and striven, and fought it out<br>Under the hard blue sky,<br>Where the plains glowed red in tremulous light,<br>Where the haunting mirage mocked the sight<br>Of desperate men from morn till night,<br>And the streams had long been dry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where we dug for gold on the mountain side,<br>Where the ice-fed river ran;<br>In frost and blast, through fire and snow,<br>Where an Englishman could live and go,<br>We’ve followed our luck for weal or woe,<br>And never asked help from man.<br>And now it’s over, it’s hard to die<br>Ere the summer of life is o’er,<br>When the pulse is high and the limbs are stark,<br>Ere time has printed one warning mark,<br>To quit the light for the unknown dark,<br>And, home! to see home no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more! no more! I that always vowed<br>That, whether or rich or poor,<br>Whatever the years might bring or change,<br>I would one day stand by the grey old grange,<br>And the children would gather, all shy and strange,<br>As I entered the well-known door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You will go home to the old place, Jack;<br>Then tell my mother, for me,<br>That I thought of the words she used to say,<br>Her looks, her tones, as I dying lay,<br>That I prayed to God, as I used to pray<br>When I knelt beside her knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the lonely water they made their couch<br>And the southern night fast fled,<br>They heard the wildfowl splash and cry,<br>They heard the mourning reeds’ low sigh.<br>Such was the Bushman’s lullaby,—<br>With the dawn his soul was sped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rolf+Boldrewood">Rolf Boldrewood</a><div class=q>
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It must be fresher outside;
The long hot day is well nigh done;
It’s a chance if I see another one;
I should like to look on the setting sun,
And the water, cool and wide.

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