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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345717" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Knitting Socks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">CLICK, click! how the needles go<br>Through the busy fingers, to and fro--<br>With no bright colors of berlin wool,<br>Delicate hands today are full:<br>Only a yarn of deep, dull blue,<br>Socks for the feet of the brave and true.<br>Yet click, click, how the needles go,<br>'Tis a power within that nerves them so.<br>In the sunny hours of the bright spring day,<br>And still in the night time far away.<br>Maiden, mother, grandame sit<br>Earnest and thoughtful while they knit.<br>Many the silent prayers they pray,<br>Many the tear drops brushed away.<br>While busy on the needles go,<br>Widen and narrow, heel and toe.<br>The grandame thinks with a thrill of pride<br>How her mother knit and spun beside<br>For that patriot band in olden days<br>Who died the Stars and Stripes to raise--<br>Now she in turn knits for the brave<br>Who'd die that glorious flag to save.<br>She is glad, she says, ''the boys' have gone,<br>'Tis just as their grandfathers would have done.<br>But she heaves a sigh and the tears will start,<br>For 'the boys' were the pride of grandame's heart.<br>The mother's look is calm and high,<br>God only hears her soul's deep cry--<br>In Freedom's name, at Freedom's call,<br>She gave her sons--in them her all.<br>The maiden's cheek wears a paler shade.<br>But the light in her eyes is undismayed.<br>Faith and hope give strength to her sight,<br>She sees a red dawn after the night.<br>Oh, soldiers brave, will it brighten the day,<br>And shorten the march on the weary way,<br>To know that at home the loving and true<br>Are knitting and hoping and praying for your<br>Soft are the voices when speaking your name,<br>Proud are their glories when hearing your fame.<br>And the gladdest hour in their lives will be<br>When they greet you after the victory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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Through the busy fingers, to and fro--
With no bright colors of berlin wool,
Delicate hands today are full:
Only a yarn of deep, dull blue,
Socks for the feet of the brave and true.
Yet click, click, how the needle..."></div>
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