<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Palestine: 1917</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How strange if it should fall to you,<br>To me, our boys should do the deed<br>The great Crusaders failed to do!<br>To win Christ's Sepulchre: to bleed,<br>So the immortal dream come true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What ghosts now throng the Holy Ground,<br>With rusted armour, dinted sword,<br>Listening? The earth shakes with the sound;<br>The wind brings hither a fierce word:<br>To arms, to arms, Sons of Mahound!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In many a quiet cloister grey<br>Cross-legged Crusaders, men of stone,<br>Quiver and stir the Eastward way,<br>As they would spring up and be gone<br>To the Great Day, to the Great Day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Godfrey and Lion-Heart and all<br>The splendours of the faithful years<br>Watch our young sons from the Knights' stall,<br>Ready to clap hands to their spears<br>If ill befall, if ill befall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They say: It is the Child's Crusade<br>Was talked of in our early Spring.<br>St. George, St. Denis, to their aid!<br>That was a boy's voice challenging,<br>Shrill like a bugle, unafraid!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most wonderful, if your son, my son,<br>Should win the Holy Thing at last!<br>The might of Heathenesse be undone,<br>The strong towers down, the gate unfast,<br>Lord Christ come to His own, His own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</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=428661" data-title="Palestine: 1917 de Katharine Tynan" data-description="How strange if it should fall to you, To me, our boys should do the deed The great Crusaders failed to do! To win Christ's Sepulchre: to bleed, So the immortal dream come true. What ghosts now throng the Holy Ground, With rusted armour, dinted sw..."></div> </div> </div>

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