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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Boy Crusader</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Oh father, is that Jerusalem—<br>Those walls and towers so strong!”<br>“Ho, boy, we are yet in our own fair France,<br>That is only Avignon.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *<br>“Oh father, are these the Jordan's banks?<br>Let us rest in those vineyards fair”<br>“Ho, boy, these are only the banks of the Rhone,<br>And we may not linger there.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *<br>“Oh father, I fear them—the waves! the waves!<br>Is Jerusalem over the sea?”<br>“Ay, over the sea and then over the hills—<br>But cling, my boy, to me.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *<br>“Oh father, is that Jerusalem,<br>Like a shell of gold in the bay?”<br>Nay, it is only Palermo, boy;<br>And this is Saint Rosalie's day.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *<br>“Oh father, I feared the sea, but more<br>I fear this burning sand”<br>“Good cheer, my boy; take heart of grace,<br>We tread upon holy land.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *<br>“Oh father, can it be Holy Land,<br>With all this blood and death?”<br>“That was Acre we stormed, my boy;<br>Now let us to Nazareth.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *<br> <br>“Oh father, the hills are so high—so high!<br>Is Jerusalem very far?”<br>“Hush, hush, my boy, and I'll tell you the tale<br>Of the Kings who followed the Star.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *<br>“Oh father, the hills are so steep—so steep!<br>Will Jerusalem soon be near?”<br>“Boy, what had it been had you carried the cross,<br>Instead of your father's spear?”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *<br>“Oh father, I am weary and faint;<br>This must be Calvary!”<br>“Good cheer, my boy; but one hill more;<br>Jerusalem is nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The men-at-arms have passed the ridge.<br>Hark, boy, how the warriors sing!”<br>“I only hear the sound of harps,<br>And waters murmuring.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Wake, boy, this is no time to fail!<br>Oh best of happy hours!<br>Behold at length Jerusalem—<br>Its gates, and domes, and towers!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Father, I see Jerusalem,<br>Ah, nearer than you deem!”<br>“Your eyes are closed, you see it not,<br>Or see it in a dream!<br>“Your eyes are closed, my boy, my boy!<br>Your face is to the West!”<br>“Father, I see it overhead,<br>And, oh, so full of rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“There are little children clothed in white,<br>And angels leading them;<br>There are streets of gold and gates of pearl!<br>At last—Jerusalem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And our little Marie is beckoning me,<br>In her hand a diadem.<br>Father, I must go on before<br>We'll meet in Jerusalem.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Brunton+Stephens">James Brunton Stephens</a><div class=q>
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