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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428703" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Great Chance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOW strikes the hour upon the clock<br>The black sheep may rebuild the years<br>May lift the father's pride he broke<br>And wipe away his mother's tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To him, the mark for thrifty scorn;<br>God hath another chance to give,<br>Sets in his heart a flame new-born<br>By which his muddied soul may live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the day of the prodigal,<br>The decent people's shame and grief,<br>When he shall make amends for all.<br>The way to Glory's bloody and brief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clean from his baptism, of blood,<br>New from the fire he springs again,<br>In shining raiment white and good,<br>Beyond the wise, home-keeping man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somewhere to-night-no tears be shed!-<br>With shaking hands they turn the sheet<br>To find his name among the dead,<br>Flower of the Army and the Fleet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They tell, with proud and stricken face,<br>Of his white boyhood far away-<br>Who talked of trouble or disgrace?<br>'Our splendid son is dead!' they say.</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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May lift the father's pride he broke
And wipe away his mother's tears.

To him, the mark for thrifty scorn;
God hath another chance to give,
Sets in his heart a flame new-bo..."></div>
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