<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Shrine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For them we have builded a temple<br>To stand as a visible sign.<br>For them we have builded a temple,<br>And set in its great heart a shrine.<br>Ere the dull years shall tarnish their story,<br>While the spirit bides close to us yet,<br>We have set up a shrine to their glory,<br> Lest men should forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have raised upa visible temple,<br>Hewn from impermanent stone;<br>And the spirit shall dwell in the temple;<br>Yet not in the temple alone.<br>Lest the spirit of that great oblation,<br>Eternal, transcending all pride,<br>Dwell, too, in the heart of their nation,<br>In vain they have died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a holier place has enshrined them<br>From treacherous time's swift decay:<br>A temple more hallowed has held them<br>Inviolate unto today.<br>But the friends of their friends, too, shall perish,<br>The seed of their seed shall grow old,<br>While for ever the flame that these cherish<br>A nation must hold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So soon do their feet grow aweary<br>Of treading where glory had birth,<br>So soon do their souls grow aweary<br>Of transient things of the earth.<br>And they go to the great consummating,<br>The goal of their pilgrimage won,<br>To triumphant battalions awaiting<br>They drift one by one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the last tired veteran totters<br>From this, fame's unstable abode;<br>When the last tired footfall has echoed<br>And died in the dust of the road;<br>Tho' they boast down the years of his story,<br>If the spirit he left us shall fail<br>No shrine may envision that glory<br>No temple avail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have builded a visible temple;<br>We have set us a tangible sign<br>For a symbol of that truer temple,<br>A mark of that holier shrine;<br>And nought of war's long tarnished story<br>Dwells there, not of pride nor of pain,<br>But all that remains of their glory<br>Who died not in vain.</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> <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=357992" data-title="The Shrine de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="For them we have builded a temple To stand as a visible sign. For them we have builded a temple, And set in its great heart a shrine. Ere the dull years shall tarnish their story, While the spirit bides close to us yet, We have set up a shrine to ..."></div> </div> </div>

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