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Emptied of us the land,
Ghostly our going,
Fallen, like spears the hand
Dropped in the throwing.
We are the lost who went,
Like the cranes, crying;
Hunted, lonely, and spent,
Broken and dying.

— Mary Gilmore

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Never allow the thoughtless to delcare
That we have no tradition here!

I span and Eve span,
A thread to bind the heart of man!

Youth troubles over eternity; age grasps at a day and is satisfied to have even the day.

Nurse no long grief,
Lest the heart flower no more;
Grief builds no barns; its plough
Rusts at the door.

Never admit the pain,
Bury it deep;
Only the weak complain.
Complaint is cheap.

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