<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345813" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Snow At Fredericksburg</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drift over the sunrise land,<br>Oh, wonderful, wonderful snow!<br>Oh! pure as the breast of a virgin saint, <br>Drift tenderly, soft and slow.<br>Over the slopes of the sunrise land,<br>And into the haunted dells<br>Of the forest of pine, where the roving winds <br>Are tuning their memory bells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into the forests of sighing pines,<br>And over those yellow slopes,<br>That show not the work of the cleaving plow, <br>But cover so many hopes;<br>They are many indeed, and straightly made, <br>Not shapen with loving care;<br>By the souls let out and the broken blades, <br>May never be counted there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fall over those lonely hero graves,<br>Oh, delicate-dropping snow,<br>Like the blessing of God's unfaltering love, <br>On the warrior heads below!<br>Like the tender sigh of a mother's soul<br>As she waiteth and watcheth for One<br>Who will never come back from the sunrise land, <br>When this terrible war is done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here, where lieth the high of heart, <br>Drift - white as the bridal veil -<br>That will never be borne by the drooping girl <br>Who waiteth afar, so pale.<br>Fall, that as the tears of the suffering wife, <br>Who stretcheth despairing hands<br>Out to the blood-rich battlefields<br>That crimson the Eastern sands!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fall in thy virgin tenderness,<br>Oh, delicate snow, and cover<br>The graves of our heroes, sanctified<br>Husband and son and lover.<br>Drift tenderly over those yellow slopes, <br>And mellow our deep distress,<br>And put us in mind of the shriven souls<br>And their mantles of righteousness.</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> <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=345813" data-title="The Snow At Fredericksburg de Anonymous Americas" data-description="Drift over the sunrise land, Oh, wonderful, wonderful snow! Oh! pure as the breast of a virgin saint, Drift tenderly, soft and slow. Over the slopes of the sunrise land, And into the haunted dells Of the forest of pine, where the roving winds Ar..."></div> </div> </div>

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