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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Field of Glory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">War shook the land where Levi dwelt, <br>And fired the dismal wrath he felt, <br>That such a doom was ever wrought <br>As his, to toil while others fought; <br>To toil, to dream -- and still to dream, <br>With one day barren as another; <br>To consummate, as it would seem <br>The dry despair of his old mother. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far off one afternoon began <br>The sound of man destroying man; <br>And Levi. sick with nameless rage, <br>Condemned again his heritage, <br>And sighed for scars that might have come, <br>And would, if once he could have sundered <br>Those harsh, inhering claims of home <br>That held him while he cursed and wondered. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another day, and then there came, <br>Rough, bloody, ribald, hungry, lame, <br>But yet themselves, to Levi's door, <br>Two remnants of the day before. <br>They laughed at him and what he sought; <br>They jeered him, and his painful acre; <br>But Levi knew that they had fought, <br>And left their manners to their Maker. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night, for the grim widow's ears, <br>With hopes that hid themselves in fears, <br>He told of arms, and featly deeds, <br>Whereat one leaps the while he reads, <br>And said he'd be no more a clown, <br>While others drew the breath of battle. <br>The mother looked him up and down, <br>And laughed -- a scant laught with a rattle. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She told him what she found to tell, <br>And Levi listened, and heard well <br>Some admonitions of a voice <br>That left him no cause to rejoice. <br>He sought a friend, and found the stars, <br>And prayed aloud that they should aid him; <br>But they said not a word of wars, <br>Or of reason why God made him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And who's of this or that estate <br>We do not wholly calculate, <br>When baffling shades that shift and cling <br>Are not without their glimmering; <br>When even Levi, tired of faith, <br>Beloved of none, forgot by many, <br>Dismissed as an inferior wraith, <br>Reborn may be as great as any.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Arlington+Robinson">Edwin Arlington Robinson</a><div class=q>
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And fired the dismal wrath he felt, 
That such a doom was ever wrought 
As his, to toil while others fought; 
To toil, to dream -- and still to dream, 
With one day barren as another; 
To consummate, as it wou..."></div>
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