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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357496" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Come Ye Home</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listening (said the old, grey Digger) . . . <br>With my finger on the trigger<br>I was listening in the trenches on a dark night long ago,<br>And a lull came in the fighting,<br>Save a sudden gun-flash lighting<br>Some black verge. And I fell thinking of lost mates I used to know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listening, waiting, stern watch keeping,<br>I heard little whispers creeping<br>In from where, 'mid fair fields tortured, No-man's land loomed out before.<br>And well I knew good mates were lying<br>There, grim-faced and death-defying,<br> In that filth and noisome litter and the horror that was war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">List'ning so, a mood came o'er me;<br>And 'twas like a vision bore me<br>To a deeper, lonelier darkness where the souls of dead men roam;<br>Where they wander, strife unheading;<br>And I heard a wistful pleading<br>Down the lanes where lost men journey: 'Come ye home! Ah, come ye home!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ye who fail, yet triumph failing'<br>Ye who fall, yet falling soar<br>Into realms where, brother hailing<br>Brother, bids farewell to war;<br>Ye for whom this red hell ended,<br>With the last great, shuddering breath.<br>In the mute, uncomprehended,<br>Dreamful dignity of death;<br>Back to your own land's sweet breast<br>Come ye home, lads - home to rest.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listening in my old bush shanty <br>(Said grey Digger) living's scanty<br>These dark days for won-out soldiers and I'd not the luck of some <br>But from out the ether coming<br>I could hear a vast crowd's humming<br>Hear the singing, then - the Silence. And I knew the Hour had come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listening, silent as I waited,<br>And the picture recreated,<br>I could see the kneeling thousands by the Shrine's approaches there.<br>Then, above those heads low-bending,<br>Like an orison ascending,<br>Saw a multitude's great yearning rise into the quivering air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listening so, again the seeming<br>Of a vision came; and dreaming<br>There, I saw from out high Heaven spread above the great Shrine's dome,<br>From the wide skies overarching <br>I beheld battalions marching -<br>Mates of mine! My comrades, singing: Coming home! Coming home!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We who bore the cost of glory,<br>We who paid the price of peace,<br>Now that, from this earth, war's story<br>Shall, please God, for ever cease,<br>To this Shrine that you have lifted<br>For a symbol and a sign<br>Of men's hearts, come we who drifted<br>Thro' long years, oh, mates of mine!<br>To earth, my brothers' grieving blest<br>Now come we home, lads - home to rest.'</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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With my finger on the trigger
I was listening in the trenches on a dark night long ago,
And a lull came in the fighting,
Save a sudden gun-flash lighting
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