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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428667" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Riding Home</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who are these that go to the high peaks and the snow?<br>Side by side do they ride, their steady eyes aglow.<br>Gallant gentlemen, they go spurring o'er the plain;<br>Home from the war again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As they pass without a sound, there is many a red wound.<br>Oh, pale they are and faint they are, these warriors renowned!<br>Yet smiling all together in the calm sweet weather,<br>As they ride home together.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the white bed is spread and the feast is set afar<br>And the welcome awaits and the door stands ajar,<br>Those who droop to the saddle-bow they shall have rest enow,<br>Quiet and rest enow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like leaves of a wood vast their numbers as they passed,<br>Like winds in the pines their horses speeding fast;<br>And spent with victory their haggard faces be,<br>As they ride fast and free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some will meet and greet them as they leap to the ground<br>With soft cries, wet eyes, and fond arms around;<br>Lead them in to begin New Life, to which all loves<br>Home like a flock of doves.</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>
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Side by side do they ride, their steady eyes aglow.
Gallant gentlemen, they go spurring o'er the plain;
Home from the war again.

As they pass without a sound, there is many a red wound.
Oh, pa..."></div>
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