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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Soldier's Christmas Eve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a southern forest gloomy and old,<br>So lately the scene of a terrible fight,<br>A soldier, alone in the dark and cold,<br>Is keeping the watch tonight.<br>As he paces his round he sees the light<br>Of his comrades' campfire, gleaming far,<br>Through the dusky wood, and one bright star<br>Looks down with a twinkle of light and love<br>From the frosty sky that bends above.<br>Large, clear and bright in the far off skies<br>It twinkles and glimmers there alone<br>Like the blessed Bethlehem star that shone<br>On the sheperd's wondering eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As he watches it slowly, sweetly rise<br>His heart is touched by its gentle ray.<br>And away, away,<br>His thoughts on the wings of fancy stray,<br>He forgets the night with its frosty air,<br>And cheerless blast, that every where<br>Moans loud through the branches black and bare,<br>He is thinking now of the little band<br>In his boyhood home, whose faces bright<br>Are beaming with happiness as they stand<br>Round the Christmas tree tonight,<br>And he seems to join with the happy throng<br>In each innocent game and mirthful song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! vision as bright as fairy land!<br>Like a broken dream, it will not stay,<br>He raises his weather-beaten hand<br>And dashes a tear away,<br>And he feels anew, all his terrible lot -<br>Exposed to the pestilence, snow and rain,<br>Enduring fatigue, and fever and pain.<br>And standing each day to be shot -<br>And all for what?<br>For what does he give his strength and life<br>in the deadly strife?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To defend the home where the loved ones are<br>From the fire and sword and the ravage of war,<br>To defend his home and the land of his birth,<br>To pride of the earth,<br>And solemnly sworn<br>To avenge her flag, by the traitors torn,<br>Of its ancient glory shamefully shorn.<br>Such thoughts through the soldiers mind have passed.<br>He feels no longer the chilling blast,<br>The driving sleet or the frozen ground.<br>For his blood is beating fiercly and fast<br>As he quickens his round.<br>He pines no longer for home and rest -<br>A patriot's spirit has warmed his breast.</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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So lately the scene of a terrible fight,
A soldier, alone in the dark and cold,
Is keeping the watch tonight.
As he paces his round he sees the light
Of his comrades' campfire, gleaming far,
Through the dusky w..."></div>
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