<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117740" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Them That Mourn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lift up your heads: in life, in death,<br> God knoweth his head was high.<br>Quit we the coward's broken breath<br> Who watched a strong man die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If we must say, 'No more his peer<br> Cometh; the flag is furled.'<br>Stand not too near him, lest he hear<br> That slander on the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The good green earth he loved and trod<br> Is still, with many a scar,<br>Writ in the chronicles of God,<br> A giant-bearing star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He fell: but Britain's banner swings<br> Above his sunken crown.<br>Black death shall have his toll of kings<br> Before that cross goes down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more shall move with mighty things<br> His house of ancient tale,<br>Where kings whose hands were kissed of kings<br> Went in: and came out pale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O young ones of a darker day,<br> In art's wan colours clad,<br>Whose very love and hate are grey -<br> Whose very sin is sad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pass on: one agony long-drawn<br> Was merrier than your mirth,<br>When hand-in-hand came death and dawn,<br> And spring was on the earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=G.K.+Chesterton">G.K. Chesterton</a> from <i>The Wild Knight and Other Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117740" data-title="To Them That Mourn de G.K. Chesterton" data-description="Lift up your heads: in life, in death,/ God knoweth his head was high./Quit we the coward's broken breath/ Who watched a strong man die./If we must say, 'No more his peer/ Cometh; the flag is furled.'/Stand not too near him, lest he hear/ That sla..."></div> </div> </div>

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