<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384434" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In France I Saw A Hill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In France I saw a hill-a gentle slope<br>Rising above old tombs to greet the gleam<br>From soft spring skies. Beyond these skies dwells hope,<br>But those green graves bespeak a broken dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There was a row of narrow beds, new-made;<br>Each bore a starry banner and a cross.<br>And each the name of one who, ere he played<br>His rôle of warrior, met earth's final loss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>They were so young, so eager for the fray!<br>And thoughts of glory filled each boyish heart,<br>When over dangerous seas they sailed away<br>To face the foe and play some splendid part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But in the tedious toil, the dull routine<br>Which must precede achievement on the field,<br>Disease, that secret enemy with mean<br>Sly tactics, forced them to disarm and yield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So they were buried on that hill in France,<br>Before their ears had heard the battle din;<br>Before life gave them its dramatic chance-<br>A lasting fame, or glorious death to win.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet, looking up beyond their graves of green,<br>I seem to see them wearing band and star;<br>Men are rewarded in the Worlds Unseen<br>Not for the way they die, but what they are.</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> <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=384434" data-title="In France I Saw A Hill de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="In France I saw a hill-a gentle slope Rising above old tombs to greet the gleam From soft spring skies. Beyond these skies dwells hope, But those green graves bespeak a broken dream. There was a row of narrow beds, new-made; Each bore a starry b..."></div> </div> </div>

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