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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530227" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song of the Wild Bushman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the proud White Man boast his flocks,<br>And fields of foodful grain; <br>My home is 'mid the mountain rocks, <br>The Desert my domain. <br>I plant no herbs nor pleasant fruits, <br>I toil not for my cheer; <br>The Desert yields me juicy roots, <br>And herds of bounding deer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The countless springboks are my flock, <br>Spread o'er the unbounded plain; <br>The buffalo bendeth to my yoke, <br>The wild-horse to my rein; <br>My yoke is the quivering assagai,<br>My rein the tough bow-string; <br>My bridle curb is a slender barb --<br>Yet it quells the forest-king. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crested adder honoureth me, <br>And yields at my command <br>His poison-bag, like the honey-bee, <br>When I seize him on the sand. <br>Yea, even the wasting locusts' swarm, <br>Which mighty nations dread, <br>To me nor terror brings nor harm --<br>For I make of them my bread. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus I am lord of the Desert Land,<br>And I will not leave my bounds, <br>To crouch beneath the Christian's hand, <br>And kennel with his hounds:<br>To be a hound, and watch the flocks, <br>For the cruel White Man's gain -- <br>No! the brown Serpent of the Rocks <br>His den doth yet retain; <br>And none who there his sting provokes, <br>Shall find its poison vain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Pringle">Thomas Pringle</a><div class=q>
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And fields of foodful grain; 
My home is 'mid the mountain rocks, 
The Desert my domain. 
I plant no herbs nor pleasant fruits, 
I toil not for my cheer; 
The Desert yields me juicy roots, 
And herds of bo..."></div>
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