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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447616" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Soldier's Grave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE'S a white stone placed upon yonder tomb,<br>Beneath is a soldier lying -<br>The death-wound came, amid sword and plume,<br>When banner and ball were flying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet now he sleeps, the turf on his breast,<br>By wet wild flowers surrounded;<br>The church shadow falls o'er the place of his rest,<br>Where the steps of his childhood bounded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were tears, that fell from manly eyes,<br>There was woman's gentle weeping,<br>And the wailing of age and infant cries,<br>O'er the grave, where he lies sleeping.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had left his home in his spirit's pride,<br>With his father's sword and blessing;<br>He stood with the valiant, side by side,<br>His country's wrongs redressing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He came again, in the light of his fame, <br>When the red campaign was over;<br>One heart, that, in secret, had kept his name,<br>Was claimed by the soldier lover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the cloud of strife came upon the sky;-<br>He left his sweet home for battle; <br>Left his young child's lisp for the loud war-cry,<br>And the cannon's long death-rattle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He came again - but an altered man:<br>The path of the grave was before him,<br>And the smile, that he wore, was cold and wan,<br>For the shadow of death hung o'er him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He spoke of victory - spoke of cheer:-<br>These are the words, that are vainly spoken<br>To the childless mother, or orphan's ear,<br>Or the widow, whose heart is broken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A helmet and sword are engraved on the stone,<br>Half hidden by yonder willow;<br>There he sleeps, whose death in battle was won,<br>But he died on his own home pillow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Letitia+Elizabeth+Landon">Letitia Elizabeth Landon</a><div class=q>
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Beneath is a soldier lying -
The death-wound came, amid sword and plume,
When banner and ball were flying.

Yet now he sleeps, the turf on his breast,
By wet wild flowers surrounded;
The church shadow..."></div>
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