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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>L'envoi from Balladeadro</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">See where the allied armies camped, <br>Where plumed and painted dancers tramped-- <br>'Tis still the same, the same wild scene, <br>As though the ploughshare ne'er had been. <br>Grey Tomboritha still the skies <br>With bold and massy front defies; <br>And gorge, and chasm, and long-ledged rocks <br>Echo the ever-thundering shocks <br>Of waters dashed with headlong force, <br>Wild cataracts leaping on their course. <br>In dark Maroka's vale the stream <br>Reflects the slanting solar beam; <br>There the proud lyre-bird* spreads his tail, <br>And mocks the notes of hill and dale-- <br>Whether the wild dog's plaintive howl <br>Or cry of piping waterfowl, <br>Or the shrill parrot's answering scream, <br>As, gem-like, dangling o'er the stream <br>He hears, re-echoed from the rock <br>The whirlwind whistle of the flock. <br>Alas! and what a change is there! <br>And yet the landscape still is fair. <br>There smiled the woodland by the rill: <br>'Tis gone--the waters turn a mill. <br>There the Mirbango village lay: <br>Mirbango maidens, where? O say, <br>Where the tall braves, whose warrior songs <br>Once wooed the dark-eyed Darakongs. <br>Yon sheltered hollow, 'neath the steep, <br>Now dotted o'er with browsing sheep, <br>Holds the last graves the dark man owns-- <br>The treasure of his father's bones. <br>All else, alas! has passed, is o'er; <br>Time's wing has swept hill, vale, and shore; <br>All, hence to farthest northern strand, <br>Obeys the white, "the blood-stained hand;" <br>And grey-beards by the fire at night, <br>Warm, basking in its ruddy light, <br>The young, in solemn tones, advise <br>To shun all stranger-women's eyes. <br>"Our fathers," quoth they, "as we trace, <br>Thus lost a country--doomed a race."</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=George+Gordon+McCrae">George Gordon McCrae</a></strong></div>

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