<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409022" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Young Kings and Old</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Young King fights in the trenches and the Old King fights in the rear—<br>Because he is old and feeble, and not for a thought of fear.<br>The Young King fights for the Future, and the Old King fights for the Past—<br>The Young King is fighting his first fight and the Old King is fighting his last. <br>It is ever the same old battle, be the end of it Beer or Blood—<br>Or whether the rifles rattle, or whether a friend flings mud;<br>Or a foe to the rescue dashes, and the touch of a stranger thrills—<br>Or the Truth—or the bayonet flashes; or the Lie—or a bullet kills. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The young man strives to determine which are the truths or lies,<br>And the old man preaches his sermon—and he takes to his bed and dies;<br>And the parson is there, and the nurse is (or the bread is there and the wine)—<br>And the son of the minister curses as he dies in the firing line. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever, and ever, and ever, as it was in ages untold,<br>The women grow still more “clever,” and the young know more than the old;<br>Till the seer on the hill cries “Treason!” and the witch grins out of her hole—<br>And a clarion voice shouts “Reason”!—and the Drums of Destruction roll. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The young bard bounds to the office, with eyes and with cheeks a-glow,<br>And he meets the old on the stairway, with tottering knees and slow.<br>And ever the Cowards of Conscience, or Envy, or Greed—or Trade<br>Are forcing us back from Antwerp, or forcing us from Belgrade. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But courage! By hut or steeple!—and courage for old and young!<br>No song for the sullen people has ever been left unsung!<br>And the crudest note that was worthy has never gone by unfelt—<br>I shall die in peace by the Danube, while you shall sing by the Scheldt!</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> <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=409022" data-title="Young Kings and Old de Henry Lawson" data-description="The Young King fights in the trenches and the Old King fights in the rear— Because he is old and feeble, and not for a thought of fear. The Young King fights for the Future, and the Old King fights for the Past— The Young King is fighting his ..."></div> </div> </div>

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