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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391973" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN the warrior returns, from the battle afar,<br>To the home and the country he nobly defended,<br>O! warm be the welcome to gladden his ear,<br>And loud be the joy that his perils are ended:<br>In the full tide of song let his fame roll along,<br>To the feast-flowing board let us gratefully throng,<br>Where, mixed with the olive, the laurel shall wave,<br>And form a bright wreath for the brows of the brave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Columbians! a band of your brothers behold,<br>Who claim the reward of your hearts' warm emotion,<br>When your cause, when your honor, urged onward the bold,<br>In vain frowned the desert, in vain raged the ocean:<br>To a far distant shore, to the battle's wild roar,<br>They rushed, your fair fame and your rights to secure:<br>Then, mixed with the olive, the laurel shall wave,<br>And form a bright wreath for the brows of the brave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the conflict resistless, each toil they endured,<br>'Till their foes fled dismayed from the war's desolation:<br>And pale beamed the Crescent, its splendor obscured<br>By the light of the Star Spangled flag of our nation.<br>Where each radiant star gleamed a meteor of war,<br>And the turbaned heads bowed to its terrible glare,<br>Now, mixed with the olive, the laurel shall wave,<br>And form a bright wreath for the brows of the brave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our fathers, who stand on the summit of fame,<br>Shall exultingly hear of their sons the proud story:<br>How their young bosoms glow'd with the patriot flame,<br>How they fought, how they fell, in the blaze of their glory.<br>How triumphant they rode o'er the wondering flood,<br>And stained the blue waters with infidel blood;<br>How, mixed with the olive, the laurel did wave,<br>And formed a bright wreath for the brows of the brave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then welcome the warrior returned from afar<br>To the home and the country he nobly defended:<br>Let the thanks due to valor now gladden his ear,<br>And loud be the joy that his perils are ended.<br>In the full tide of song let his fame roll along,<br>To the feast-flowing board let us gratefully throng,<br>Where, mixed with the olive, the laurel shall wave,<br>And form a bright wreath for the brows of the brave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Scott+Key">Francis Scott Key</a><div class=q>
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O! warm be the welcome to gladden his ear,
And loud be the joy that his perils are ended:
In the full tide of song let his fame roll along,
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