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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Forward</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes<br>In weary, woeful, waiting times;<br>In doleful hours of battle-din,<br>Ere yet they brought the wounded in;<br>Through vigils of the fateful night,<br>In lousy barns by candle-light;<br>In dug-outs, sagging and aflood,<br>On stretchers stiff and bleared with blood;<br>By ragged grove, by ruined road,<br>By hearths accurst where Love abode;<br>By broken altars, blackened shrines<br>I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've solaced me with scraps of song<br>The desolated ways along:<br>Through sickly fields all shrapnel-sown,<br>And meadows reaped by death alone;<br>By blazing cross and splintered spire,<br>By headless Virgin in the mire;<br>By gardens gashed amid their bloom,<br>By gutted grave, by shattered tomb;<br>Beside the dying and the dead,<br>Where rocket green and rocket red,<br>In trembling pools of poising light,<br>With flowers of flame festoon the night.<br>Ah me! by what dark ways of wrong<br>I've cheered my heart with scraps of song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So here's my sheaf of war-won verse,<br>And some is bad, and some is worse.<br>And if at times I curse a bit,<br>You needn't read that part of it;<br>For through it all like horror runs<br>The red resentment of the guns.<br>And you yourself would mutter when<br>You took the things that once were men,<br>And sped them through that zone of hate<br>To where the dripping surgeons wait;<br>And wonder too if in God's sight<br>War ever, ever can be right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet may it not be, crime and war<br>But effort misdirected are?<br>And if there's good in war and crime,<br>There may be in my bits of rhyme,<br>My songs from out the slaughter mill:<br>So take or leave them as you will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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In weary, woeful, waiting times;
In doleful hours of battle-din,
Ere yet they brought the wounded in;
Through vigils of the fateful night,
In lousy barns by candle-light;
In dug-outs, sagging and aflood,
On stret..."></div>
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