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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Call of the Bush</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Three roads there are that climb and wind<br>Amongst the hills, and leave behind<br>The patterned orchards, sloping down<br>To meet a little country town. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And of these roads I'll take the one<br>That tops the ridges, where the sun<br>Is tempered by the mountain-breeze<br>And dancing shadows of the trees. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The road is rough - but to my feet<br>Softer than is the city street; <br>And then the trees! - how beautiful<br>She-oak and gum - how fresh and cool! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No walls there are to hamper me; <br>Only in blue infinity<br>The distant mountain-ramparts rise<br>Beneath the broad arch of the skies. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And in that high place I shall hear<br>The wild birds' singing, soft and clear; <br>And horse-bells tinkling as of old<br>In amongst the wattles' gold </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Far-off is the ocean tide; <br>But there across the country-side<br>Roll waves of bush that rise and fall<br>To break against the mountain-wall. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And every little farm is seen<br>An island in a sea of green; <br>And every little farm at night<br>Flings through the dark its beacon-light - </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There in the silence of the hills, <br>I shall find peace that soothes and stills<br>The throbbing of the weary brain, -<br>For I am going home again.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Dora+Wilcox">Dora Wilcox</a></strong></div>

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