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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421322" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wilfred</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What of these tender feet <br> That have never toddled yet? <br> What dances shall they beat, <br> With what red vintage wet? <br>In what wild way will they march or stray, by what sly paynims met? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The toil of it none may share; <br> By yourself must the way be won <br> Through fervid or frozen air <br> Till the overland journey's done; <br>And I would not take, for your own dear sake, one thorn from your track, <br> my son. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Go forth to your hill and dale, <br> Yet take in your hand from me <br> A staff when your footsteps fail, <br> A weapon if need there be; <br>'Twill hum in your ear when the foeman's near, athirst for the victory. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In the desert of dusty death <br> It will point to the hidden spring; <br> Should you weary and fail for breath, <br> It will burgeon and branch and swing <br>Till you sink to sleep in its shadow deep to the sound of its murmuring. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> You must face the general foe -- <br> A phantom pale and grim. <br> If you flinch at his glare, he'll grow <br> And gather your strength to him; <br>But your power will rise if you laugh in his eyes and away in a mist <br> he'll swim. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To your freeborn soul be true -- <br> Fling parchment in the fire; <br> Men's laws are null for you, <br> For a word of Love is higher, <br>And can you do aught, when He rules your thought, but follow your own desire? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> You will dread no pinching dearth <br> In the home where you love to lie, <br> For your floor will be good brown earth <br> And your roof the open sky. <br>There'll be room for all at your festival when the heart-red wine runs high. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Joy to you, joy and strife <br> And a golden East before, <br> And the sound of the sea of life <br> In your ears when you reach the shore, <br>And a hope that still with as good a will you may fight as you fought of yore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Le+Gay+Brereton">John Le Gay Brereton</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=421322" data-title="Wilfred de John Le Gay Brereton" data-description="What of these tender feet That have never toddled yet? What dances shall they beat, With what red vintage wet? In what wild way will they march or stray, by what sly paynims met? &n..."></div> </div> </div>
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