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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anzac Square: What The Digger Said</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said the Digger: 'Soon forgot! Soon forgot, the deeds of war.<br>Better so, may be. . . Why not?<br>Beauty fades and laurels rot;<br>Last year's roses are no more.<br>Fame?' the one-armed Digger said,<br>'What of glory when you're dead?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Stone and brass,' the Digger said. 'Stone and brass: tho' these endure,<br>Marble flaunting o'er my head<br>Would be dead, as I'd be dead.<br>How may any man be sure<br>That the hearts of men shall hold<br>Memories of tales once told?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This alone I surely know: earth I am, and earth shall be,<br>Only Mother Earth can show,<br>When I go where all men go,<br>Aught of this that had been me.<br>Mother Earth, once stained so red,<br>She must know,' the Digger said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Would you raise, in braggart heaps, stone, cold stone, to mark the fame<br>Of full many a man who sleeps<br>Where the earth of Anzac keeps<br> Guard o'er legions lacking name <br>Plinth and pillar reared to show<br>Pomp and pride they cannot know?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They ask no portentous pile, boasting to a heedless sky,<br>Stirring men a little while,<br>Subject, then, for sigh or smile,<br>Not for this do soldiers die,<br>With our passing let Pride be,<br>All we ask is Memory:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Memory of such fair worth as a fighting man may claim,<br>And a plot of hallowed earth<br>In the city of our birth:<br> Earth that bears a hallowed name.<br>Let it be envisioned there:<br>Anzac worth in Anzac Square.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Memory,' the Digger said. 'If so be the city judge<br>Soldiers worthy, who have bled.<br>Worthy of her love, the dead,<br>Shall the city, then, begrudge<br>One wide acre of her soil<br>For who saved the whole from spoil?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Here, it may be, by God's grace, our son's sons may sit at last,<br>In the People's market place,<br>Knowing truly, as they trace<br>Memory of me long past,<br>'Tis enshrined forever there:<br>Anzac worth in Anzac Square.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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Better so, may be. . . Why not?
Beauty fades and laurels rot;
Last year's roses are no more.
Fame?' the one-armed Digger said,
'What of glory when you're dead?'

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