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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477910" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Veteran</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">UNDERNEATH the autumn sky,<br>Haltingly, the lines go by.<br>Ah, would steps were blithe and gay,<br>As when first they marched away,<br>Smile on lip and curl on brow,<br>Only white-faced gray-beards now,<br>Standing on life's outer verge,<br>E'en the marches sound a dirge.<br>Blow, you bugles, play, you fife,<br>Rattle, drums, for dearest life.<br>Let the flags wave freely so,<br>As the marching legions go,<br>Shout, hurrah and laugh and jest,<br>This is memory at its best.<br>(Did you notice at your quip,<br>That old comrade's quivering lip?)<br>Ah, I see them as they come,<br>Stumbling with the rumbling drum;<br>But a sight more sad to me<br>E'en than these ranks could be<br>Was that one with cane upraised<br>Who stood by and gazed and gazed,<br>Trembling, solemn, lips compressed,<br>Longing to be with the rest.<br>Did he dream of old alarms,<br>As he stood, 'presented arms '?<br>Did he think of field and camp<br>And the unremitting tramp<br>Mile on mile — the lonely guard<br>When he kept his midnight ward?<br>Did he dream of wounds and scars<br>In that bitter war of wars?<br>What of that? He stood and stands<br>In my memory — trembling hands,<br>Whitened beard and cane and all<br>As if waiting for the call <br>Once again: 'To arms, my sons,'<br>And his ears hear far-off guns,<br>Roll of cannon and the tread<br>Of the legions of the Dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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Haltingly, the lines go by.
Ah, would steps were blithe and gay,
As when first they marched away,
Smile on lip and curl on brow,
Only white-faced gray-beards now,
Standing on life's outer verge,
E'en the marches sound a ..."></div>
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