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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384406" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Greeting Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a sound in the wind to-day,<br>Like a joyous cymbal ringing!<br>And the leaves of the trees talked with the breeze,<br>And they altogether were singing,<br>For they knew that an army, both bold and strong,<br>A brave, brave army, was coming,<br>Not with the fife and sounds of strife,<br>With marshal music and drumming,<br>Not with stern faces and gleaming swords,<br>That would make blood to flow like water,<br>While brother and brother should slay each other<br>On wholesale fields of slaughter;<br>But rather like rills from a thousand hills,<br>That ripple through valley and heather,<br>On, on to the sea, with a song of glee,<br>Till they meet and mingle together.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>They come from the South, and the East, and the West,<br>The bravest and best in the nation.<br>They come at no idle and aimless quest,<br>But to work for a world's salvation.<br>From the Scot's fair land and from England's strand,<br>O'er mountain and heather and ocean,<br>They come; and the foe by their coming shall know<br>The strength of a Templar's devotion.<br>On the earnest brows, in the thoughtful eyes,<br>We read the unchanging story-<br>They fight in their might for the truth and the right,<br>And not for vain name or glory.<br>O grandest of armies! O bravest of bands!<br>We give you a cordial greeting,<br>And the blood of our warm hearts beats in the hands<br>That are offered to you in meeting.<br>The heart of a Templar is never cold,<br>Nor stands it aloof from a brother,<br>And his hand is steady, and always ready<br>To clasp the hand of another.<br>In God's great Book, where but angels look,<br>On pages of spotless beauty<br>Are written in letters of living light<br>A Templar's vow and his duty.<br>'For ever and ever,' the promise reads,<br>For ever and ever 'twas given.<br>And who keeps or breaks the pledge that he takes<br>Must meet the record in heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Our order is noble and grand and strong,<br>And is gathering strength each hour,<br>And the good of the earth proclaim its worth,<br>While the foe turns pale at its power.<br>And we of the State that men call great,<br>The nation's brave 'Badger' daughter,<br>Step by step as we go, are defeating the foe,<br>While we add to the hosts of cold water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With a chief at our head whom the foe may well dread,<br>The Sherman or Grant of our battles,<br>By day and by night we fight the good fight,<br>Though never a cannon rattles.<br>For the tongue and the pen are the swords of our men,<br>And prayer keeps them whetted and polished;<br>They will let God's light in on the foe's licensed sin,<br>Till the traffic of death is abolished.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With cunning hands we fashioned the strands<br>Of a stout restraining tether,<br>To fasten the beast, for a season at least,<br>And our statesmen tied it together.<br>The beast strains the rope with the idle hope<br>Of making it weaker or longer,<br>But the Templars to-day are working away<br>To make it shorter and stronger.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We give you greeting-we need your aid!<br>There is work for many a morrow,<br>There are beautiful souls going down in the bowls,<br>There are homes that are burdened with sorrow,<br>There are mourning captives all over the earth,<br>Hugging the fetters that bind them.<br>We must show them the light, we must set them aright,<br>We must work for them all as we find them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With a soaring 'Faith,' that is stronger than death,<br>We must work while the day hangs o'er us.<br>We are brave and strong, and our battle-song<br>Has 'Hope' for the ringing chorus.<br>With 'Charity' broad as the mercy of God,<br>We must lift up the fallen neighbor,<br>And the Lord's dear band, in the angel land,<br>Will smile on our blesséd labor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Welcome, brave warriors in God's holy cause!<br>The hearts in our bosoms are beating<br>As one heart to-night, filled with pride and delight-<br>Welcome, thrice welcome, our greeting.<br>And though soon between will lie long miles of green,<br>Though oceans divide us for ever,<br>The ties which now bind heart with heart, mind with mind,<br>The hand of Death only can sever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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