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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408824" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Friends of Fallen Fortunes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The battlefield behind us,<br>And night loomed on the track;<br>The Friends of Fallen Fortunes<br>Were riding at my back.<br>Save those who lay face upward<br>Upon the sodden plain,<br>Not one of all I’d trusted<br>Was missing from my train. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A draggled train and blood-stained,<br>With helmets dented in,<br>With battered, loosened armour,<br>But with a cheerful grin.<br>No dark look bent upon me;<br>I noted to my shame<br>That Friends of Fallen Fortunes<br>Are aye the last to blame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Not one of all I’d trusted,<br>Who’d followed to their cost,<br>Save those who lay face upward<br>On that red field I’d lost;<br>And here and there a soldier<br>I’d trusted not at all,<br>Like an unexpected mourner<br>At a poor man’s funeral. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as the horses stumbled,<br>And the footmen limped along,<br>They all joined in the chorus<br>Of a good old Next Time song.<br>Behind us in the distance,<br>By hill and lane and wood,<br>My ever-dwindling rear-guard<br>Fell back again and stood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They recked not wounds nor losses,<br>They all seemed very kind,<br>From knight who rode beside me<br>To boor who limped behind;<br>And some borne in their litters<br>Through that long agony—<br>Their death-white, pain-drawn faces<br>Had no reproach for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so from noon till darkness,<br>Till morning grim and grey,<br>The Earl’s son and the Peasant’s<br>Were brothers that dark day.<br>I straightened in my saddle,<br>And proudly glanced me round—<br>I still was King of Comrades,<br>Whoever might be crowned! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I straightened in my saddle,<br>And glanced round proudly then—<br>Whoe’er might reign a season,<br>I held the hearts of men!<br>No power of gold can buy them<br>While battles shall be fought—<br>The Friends of Fallen Fortunes<br>Are never to be bought. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through rain and marsh and hunger,<br>To what their fate might bring,<br>The remnants of my legions<br>Toiled on to join their King.<br>From north and south the captains<br>Of scattered bands won through—<br>Beneath its beaten colours<br>My beaten army grew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in the West before us—<br>The West was ever thus—<br>More Friends of Fallen Fortunes<br>Were gathering food for us;<br>For refuge and for succour—<br>For safety, food and rest—<br>The best of beaten armies<br>For ever seek the West. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With these men for my captains,<br>When we marched east again,<br>Our enemies were scattered<br>Like dust across the plain.<br>Our city lay before us,<br>And as we marched along,<br>We joined the grand old chorus<br>Of the glorious Next Time song. <br>And though they wear no armour,<br>And bear no blade nor bill,<br>The Friends of Fallen Fortunes<br>Are riding with me still;<br>And, many times defeated<br>By city, field, and sea,<br>The Friends of Fallen Fortunes<br>March on to Victory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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And night loomed on the track;
The Friends of Fallen Fortunes
Were riding at my back.
Save those who lay face upward
Upon the sodden plain,
Not one of all I’d trusted
Was missing from my train. 

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