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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340459" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hosts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Purged, with the life they left, of all <br>That makes life paltry and mean and small, <br>In their new dedication charged <br>With something heightened, enriched, enlarged, <br>That lends a light to their lusty brows <br>And a song to the rhythm of their tramping feet, <br>These are the men that have taken vows, <br>These are the hardy, the flower, the elite, -- <br>These are the men that are moved no more <br>By the will to traffic and grasp and store <br>And ring with pleasure and wealth and love <br>The circles that self is the center of; <br>But they are moved by the powers that force <br>The sea forever to ebb and rise, <br>That hold Arcturus in his course, <br>And marshal at noon in tropic skies <br>The clouds that tower on some snow-capped chain <br>And drift out over the peopled plain. <br>They are big with the beauty of cosmic things. <br>Mark how their columns surge! They seem <br>To follow the goddess with outspread wings <br>That points toward Glory, the soldier's dream. <br>With bayonets bare and flags unfurled, <br>They scale the summits of the world <br>And fade on the farthest golden height <br>In fair horizons full of light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comrades in arms there -- friend or foe -- <br>That trod the perilous, toilsome trail <br>Through a world of ruin and blood and woe <br>In the years of the great decision -- hail! <br>Friend or foe, it shall matter nought; <br>This only matters, in fine: we fought. <br>For we were young and in love or strife <br>Sought exultation and craved excess: <br>To sound the wildest debauch in life <br>We staked our youth and its loveliness. <br>Let idlers argue the right and wrong <br>And weigh what merit our causes had. <br>Putting our faith in being strong -- <br>Above the level of good and bad -- <br>For us, we battled and burned and killed <br>Because evolving Nature willed, <br>And it was our pride and boast to be <br>The instruments of Destiny. <br>There was a stately drama writ <br>By the hand that peopled the earth and air <br>And set the stars in the infinite <br>And made night gorgeous and morning fair, <br>And all that had sense to reason knew <br>That bloody drama must be gone through. <br>Some sat and watched how the action veered -- <br>Waited, profited, trembled, cheered -- <br>We saw not clearly nor understood, <br>But yielding ourselves to the masterhand, <br>Each in his part as best he could, <br>We played it through as the author planned .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alan+Seeger">Alan Seeger</a><div class=q>
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That makes life paltry and mean and small, 
In their new dedication charged 
With something heightened, enriched, enlarged, 
That lends a light to their lusty brows 
And a song to the rhythm of their trampi..."></div>
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