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

— 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.

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

We are the sons of Australia,
Of the men who fashioned the land,
We are the sons of the women
Who walked with them, hand in hand;
And we swear by the dead who bore us,
By the heroes who blazed the trail,
No foe shall gather our harvest,
Or sit on our stockyard rail.

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