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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538509" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Straight Goer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ringing, hanging hen-roost thief-we have no use for him; <br>When they tear him up and eat him not a single eye grows dim; <br>But when a straight-necked traveller goes gallantly away <br>We grieve not if we lose him, for he'll run some other day.<br>The loafing, skirting, loud-mouthed hound that hangs about your horse <br>The while his bolder comrades gather thorn-wounds in the gorse- <br>We care not if he stops a kick or ties himself in wire, <br>The leader running straight and true's the hound of our desire. <br>Give me the fox that holds his point though fools and fate combine, <br>Give me the hound that follows him with nose upon the line, <br>The horse that never turns his head at fence or five- barred gate, <br>The man who has the needful nerve to cross a country straight!<br>And in the larger field of life let skirters stand aside, <br>Make way for those who want to work and those who dare to ride! <br>The only one who's worth a place to risk a fall with fate <br>Is he who steels his gallant heart and rides his country straight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Ogilvie">William Henry Ogilvie</a><div class=q>
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When they tear him up and eat him not a single eye grows dim; 
But when a straight-necked traveller goes gallantly away 
We grieve not if we lose him, for he'll run some other day.
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