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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507838" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Salute</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a far field, away from England, lies<br>A boy I friended with a care like love;<br>All day the wide earth aches, the keen wind cries,<br>The melancholy clouds drive on above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, separate from him by a little span<br>Two eagle cousins, generous, reckless, free,<br>Two Grenfells, lie, and my boy is made man,<br>One with these elder knights of chivalry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Boy, who expected not this dreadful day,<br>Yet leaped, a soldier, at the sudden call,<br>Drank as your fathers, deeper though than they,<br>The soldier's cup of anguish, blood, and gall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not now as friend, but as a soldier, I<br>Salute you fallen. For the soldier's name<br>Our greatest honour is, if worthily<br>These wayward hearts assume and bear the same</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Soldier's is a name none recognise<br>Saving his fellows. Deeds are all his flower.<br>He lives, he toils, he suffers, and he dies,<br>And if not vainly spent, this is his dower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Soldier is the Martyr of a nation,<br>Expresses but is subject to its will,<br>His is the Pride ennobles Resignation<br>As his the rebel Spirit-to-fulfil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anonymous, he takes his country's name,<br>Becomes its blindest vassal - though its lord<br>By force of arms-its shame is called his shame,<br>As its the glory gathered by his sword.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lonely he is: he has nor friend nor lover,<br>Sith in his body he is dedicate…<br>His comrades only share his life and offer<br>Their further deeds to one more heart oblate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Living, lie's made an 'Argument Beyond'<br>For others' peace; but when hot wars have birth,<br>For all his brothers' safety he is bond<br>To Fate or Whatsoever sways this Earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dying, his mangled body, to inter it,<br>He doth bequeath him into comrade hands,<br>His soul he renders to some Captain Spirit<br>That knows, admires, pities, and understands!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All this you knew by that which doth reside<br>Deeper than learning; by apprehension<br>Of ancient, dark, and melancholy pride;<br>You were a Soldier true and died as one!…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All day the long wind cries, the clouds unroll,<br>But to the cloud and wind I cry, 'Be still!'<br>What need of comfort has the heroic soul?<br>What soldier finds a soldier's grave is chill?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Nichols">Robert Nichols</a><div class=q>
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A boy I friended with a care like love;
All day the wide earth aches, the keen wind cries,
The melancholy clouds drive on above.

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Two eagle cousins, generous, reckle..."></div>
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