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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Little Homes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have heard the cheering, brothers,<br>We have heard the martial peal;<br>We have seen the soldiers marching<br>And the glint of sun and steel.<br>We have heard the songs, the shouting;<br>But, while forth the soldier roams, <br>Who has heard the weeping, brothers,<br>In the Little Homes?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have seen the gay processions<br>And the careless, laughing crowds.;<br>We have seen the banners waving<br>Out against the peaceful clouds;<br>Yet, while colors proudly flutter<br>Over noble spires and domes,<br>Who has seen the mourning, brothers,<br>In the Little Homes?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the Little Homes that nestle<br>Where the smiling fields sweep wide,<br>From the Little Homes that huddle<br>In the city, side by side,<br>They have called the eager fighters <br>Men who went with smiles and cheers;<br>Pride of wives and pride of mothers,<br>Choking back the tears!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Women of the little homesteads,<br>Women of the city slums,<br>They are waiting, ever waiting;<br>And the sound of muffled drums<br>In some stricken Home is echoed,<br>Where grey Grief is guest to-day.<br>And to-morrow? Nay, the others<br>Still must wait - and pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What the Little Homes shall suffer,<br>What the Little Homes shall pay<br>Must be more than sturdy fighters,<br>More than women's grief to-day.<br>In the years that follow after,<br>Be our battles won or lost,<br>In the Little Homes, my brothers,<br>They shall pay the cost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They shall pay the cost of glory,<br>They shall pay the price of peace,<br>Years and many long years after<br>All the sounds of battle cease.<br>When the sword is sheathed - or broken <br>When the battle flag is furled,<br>Still the Little Homes must suffer<br>Over all the World.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you seen the old grey mothers<br>Smiling to the ringing cheers?<br>Have you seen the young wives striving<br>Bravely to hold back the tears?<br>Have you seen the young girl marching<br>By her soldier-lover's side?<br>Have you, seen our country's women<br>All aglow with pride?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, shall we think shame, my brothers,<br>To give thanks upon our knees<br>That the land we love should hold them <br>Wives and mothers such as these? <br>Women who still hide their sorrow <br>As their soldiers march away, <br>Turning brave and steadfast faces<br>To the light of day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the Little Homes are Cheerful <br>Little Homes that know no pride<br>But the pride of sacrificing<br>Loved ones to the battle tide!<br>They are many, many brothers,<br>And their sacrifice is great.<br>Shrines are they and sacred places,<br>Where the women wait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aye, the Little Homes are holy<br>At the closing of the day,<br>When young wives must face their sorrow,<br>When grey mothers kneel to pray,<br>Facing, all alone, dread visions<br>Of the land the soldier roams,<br>Then God heed the sobbing, brothers,<br> In the Little Homes.</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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We have heard the martial peal;
We have seen the soldiers marching
And the glint of sun and steel.
We have heard the songs, the shouting;
But, while forth the soldier roams, 
Who has heard the weeping, brother..."></div>
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