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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498233" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After The Battle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WE crown’d the hard-won heights at length, <br> Baptiz’d in flame and fire; <br>We saw the foeman’s sullen strength, <br> That grimly made retire— <br> <br>Saw close at hand, then saw more far <br> Beneath the battle-smoke <br>The ridges of his shatter’d war, <br> That broke and ever broke. <br> <br>But one, an English household’s pride, <br> Dear many ways to me, <br>Who climb’d that death-path by my side, <br> I sought, but could not see. <br> <br>Last seen, what time our foremost rank <br> That iron tempest tore; <br>He touch’d, he scal’d the rampart bank—<br> Seen then, and seen no more. <br> <br>One friend to aid, I measur’d back <br> With him that pathway dread; <br>No fear to wander from our track— <br> Its waymarks English dead.<br> <br>Light thicken’d: but our search was crown’d, <br> As we too well divin’d; <br>And after briefest quest we found <br> What we most fear’d to find. <br> <br>His bosom with one death-shot riven,<br> The warrior-boy lay low; <br>His face was turn’d unto the heaven, <br> His feet unto the foe. <br> <br>As he had fallen upon the plain, <br> Inviolate he lay;<br>No ruffian spoiler’s hand profane <br> Had touch’d that noble clay. <br> <br>And precious things he still retain’d, <br> Which, by one distant hearth, <br>Lov’d tokens of the lov’d, had gain’d <br> A worth beyond all worth. <br> <br>I treasur’d these for them who yet <br> Knew not their mighty wo; <br>I softly seal’d his eyes, and set <br> One kiss upon his brow.<br> <br>A decent grave we scoop’d him, where <br> Less thickly lay the dead, <br>And decently compos’d him there <br> Within that narrow bed. <br> <br>O theme for manhood’s bitter tears:<br> The beauty and the bloom <br>Of less than twenty summer years <br> Shut in that darksome tomb! <br> <br>Of soldier-sire the soldier-son; <br> Life’s honor’d eventide <br>One lives to close in England, one <br> In maiden battle died: <br> <br>And they, that should have been the mourn’d, <br> The mourners’ parts obtain: <br>Such thoughts were ours, as we return’d<br> To earth its earth again. <br> <br>Brief words we read of faith and prayer <br> Beside that hasty grave; <br>Then turn’d away, and left him there, <br> The gentle and the brave: <br> <br>I calling back with thankful heart, <br> With thoughts to peace allied, <br>Hours when we two had knelt apart <br> Upon the lone hillside; <br> <br>And, comforted, I prais’d the grace <br> Which him had led to be <br>An early seeker of that Face <br> Which he should early see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Chenevix+Trench">Richard Chenevix Trench</a><div class=q>
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 Baptiz’d in flame and fire; 
We saw the foeman’s sullen strength, 
 That grimly made retire— 
 
Saw close at hand, then saw more far 
 Beneath the battle-smoke 
The ridges of his shatter’d war..."></div>
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