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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115116" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The battle of life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE are countless fields the green earth o'er,<br> Where the verdant turf has been dyed with gore;<br> Where hostile ranks in their grim array,<br> With the battle's smoke have obscured the day;<br> Where hate has stamped on each rigid face<br> As foe met foe in the death embrace;<br> Where the groans of the wounded and dying rose,<br> Till the heart of the listener with horror froze,<br> And the wide expanse of the crimsoned plain<br> Was piled with its heaps of uncounted slain: --<br> But a fiercer combat, a deadlier strife,<br> Is that which is waged in the Battle of Life.<br> <br> The hero that wars on the tented field,<br> With his shining sword and his burnished shield,<br> Goes not alone with his faithful brand,<br> Friends and comrades around him stand;<br> The trumpets sound and the war-steeds neigh,<br> To join in the shock of the coming fray,<br> <br> And he flies to the onset, he charges the foe,<br> Where the bayonets gleam and the red tides flow;<br> And he bears his part in the conflict dire,<br> With an arm all nerve, and a heart all fire.<br> What though he fall! at the battle's close,<br> In the flush of victory won, he goes,<br> With martial music and waving plume,<br> From a field of fame to a laurelled tomb.<br> But the hero that wars in the Battle of Life,<br> Must stand alone in the fearful strife;<br> Alone in his weakness or strength must go,<br> Hero or craven to meet the foe;<br> He may not fly, -- on that fated field,<br> He must win or lose, he must conquer or yield.<br> Warrior who com'st to this battle now,<br> With a careless step and a thoughtless brow,<br> As if the field were already won;<br> Pause, and gird all thy armor on.<br> Myriads have Come to this battle-ground,<br> With a valiant arm and a name renowned,<br> And have fallen vanquished, to rise no more,<br> Ere the sun was set, or the day half o'er.<br> <br> Dost thou bring with thee hither a dauntless will,<br> An ardent soul that no blast can chill;<br> Thy shield of Faith hast thou tried and proved;<br> Canst thou say to the mountain -- " Be thou moved;"<br> In thy hand does the sword of truth flame bright;<br> Is thy banner emblazoned -- "For God and the Right;"<br> In the might of prayer, dost thou strive and plead?<br> Never had warrior greater need.<br> Unseen foes in thy pathway hide;<br> Thou art encompassed on every side.<br> There Pleasure waits, with her syren train,<br> Her poison flowers and her hidden chain;<br> Hope, with her Dead Sea fruits, is there;<br> Sin is spreading her gilded snare;<br> Flattery courts, with her hollow smiles;<br> Passion with silvery tone beguiles;<br> Love and Friendship their charmed spells weave:<br> Trust not too deeply, they may deceive.<br> Disease with a ruthless hand would smite,<br> and Care spread o'er thee a with'ring blight;<br> Hate and Envy, with visage black,<br> And the serpent Slander are on thy track;<br> Guilt and Falsehood, Remorse and Pride,<br> Doubt and Despair in thy pathway glide;<br> Haggard Want, in her demon joy,<br> Waits to degrade thee and then destroy;<br> Palsied Age in the distance lies,<br> And watches his victim with rayless eyes;<br> And Death, the insatiate, is hovering near,<br> To snatch from they grasp all thou holdest dear.<br> No skill may avail, and no ambush hide,<br> In the open field must the champion bide,<br> And face to face, and hand to hand,<br> Alone in his valor confront that band.<br> In war with these phantoms that gird him round,<br> No limbs dissevered may strew the ground;<br> No blood may flow, andno mortal ear<br> The groans of the wounded heart may hear,<br> As it struggles and writhes in their dread control,<br> As the iron enters the riven soul.<br> But the youthful form grows wasted and weak,<br> And sunken and wan is the rounded cheek;<br> The brow is furrowed, but not with years;<br> The eye is dimmed with its secret tears,<br> And streaked with white is the raven hair:<br> These are the tokens of conflict there.<br> <br> The battle is over; the hero goes,<br> Scarred and worn, to his last repose.<br> He has won the day, he has conquered Doom,<br> He has sunk unknown to his nameless tomb.<br> For the victor's glory no voices plead,<br> Fame has no echo, and earth no meed.<br> But the guardian angels are hovering near;<br> They have watched unseen o'er the conflict here,<br> And they bear him now, on their wings away,<br> To a realm of peace, -- to a cloudless day.<br> Ended now is the earthly strife,<br> And his brow is crowned with the Crown of Life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q>
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