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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409262" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>War-Music</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Break off! Dance no more!<br>Danger is at the door.<br>Music is in arms.<br>To signal war's alarms. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark, a sudden trumpet calling<br>Over the hill!<br>Why are you calling, trumpet, calling?<br>What is your will? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men, men, men !<br>Men who are ready to fight<br>For their country's life, and the right <br>Of a liberty-loving land to be<br>Free, free, free!<br>Free from a tyrant's chain, <br>Free from dishonor's stain, <br>Free to guard and maintain <br>All that her fathers fought for,<br>All that her sons have wrought for,<br>Resolute, brave, and free! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Call again, trumpet, call again, <br>Call up the men!<br>Do you hear the storm of cheers <br>Mingled with the women's tears<br>And the tramp, tramp, tramp of marching feet?<br>Do you hear the throbbing drum<br>As the hosts of battle come<br>Keeping time, time, time to its beat? <br>O Music give a song<br>To make their spirit strong<br>For the fury of the tempest they must meet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hoarse roar<br>Of the monster guns;<br>And the sharp bark<br>Of the lesser guns;<br>The whine of the shells,<br>The rifles' clatter<br>Where the bullets patter,<br>The rattle, rattle, rattle<br>Of the mitrailleuse in battle,<br>And the yells<br>Of the men who charge through hells<br>Where the poison gas descends,<br>And the bursting shrapnel rends<br>Limb from limb<br>In the dim<br>Chaos and clamor of the strife<br>Where no man thinks of his life<br>But only of fighting through,<br>Blindly fighting through, through!<br>'Tis done<br>At last!<br>The victory won,<br>The dissonance of warfare past! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Music mourn the dead<br>Whose loyal blood was shed,<br>And sound the taps for every hero slain; <br>Then lead into the song<br>That made their spirit strong,<br>And tell the world they did not die in vain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thank God we can see, in the glory of morn,<br>The invincible flag that our fathers defended;<br>And our hearts can repeat what the heroes have sworn,<br>That war shall not end till the war-lust is ended.<br>Then the bloodthirsty sword shall no longer be lord<br>Of the nations oppressed by the conqueror's horde,<br>But the banners of freedom shall peacefully wave<br>O'er the world of the free and the lands of the brave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Van+Dyke">Henry Van Dyke</a><div class=q>
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Danger is at the door.
Music is in arms.
To signal war's alarms. 

Hark, a sudden trumpet calling
Over the hill!
Why are you calling, trumpet, calling?
What is your will? 

Men, men, men !
Men who are ready to fight
For t..."></div>
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