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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508422" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>L'Envoi</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We've finished up the filthy war;<br>We've won what we were fighting for . . .<br>(Or have we? I don't know).<br>But anyway I have my wish:<br>I'm back upon the old Boul' Mich',<br>And how my heart's aglow!<br>Though in my coat's an empty sleeve,<br>Ah! do not think I ever grieve<br>(The pension for it, I believe,<br>Will keep me on the go).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I'll be free to write and write,<br>And give my soul to sheer delight,<br>Till joy is almost pain;<br>To stand aloof and watch the throng,<br>And worship youth and sing my song<br>Of faith and hope again;<br>To seek for beauty everywhere,<br>To make each day a living prayer<br>That life may not be vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To sing of things that comfort me,<br>The joy in mother-eyes, the glee<br>Of little ones at play;<br>The blessed gentleness of trees,<br>Of old men dreaming at their ease<br>Soft afternoons away;<br>Of violets and swallows' wings,<br>Of wondrous, ordinary things<br>In words of every day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To rhyme of rich and rainy nights,<br>When like a legion leap the lights<br>And take the town with gold;<br>Of taverns quaint where poets dream,<br>Of cafes gaudily agleam,<br>And vice that's overbold;<br>Of crystal shimmer, silver sheen,<br>Of soft and soothing nicotine,<br>Of wine that's rich and old,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of gutters, chimney-tops and stars,<br>Of apple-carts and motor-cars,<br>The sordid and sublime;<br>Of wealth and misery that meet<br>In every great and little street,<br>Of glory and of grime;<br>Of all the living tide that flows --<br>From princes down to puppet shows --<br>I'll make my humble rhyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So if you like the sort of thing<br>Of which I also like to sing,<br>Just give my stuff a look;<br>And if you don't, no harm is done --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In writing it I've had my fun;<br>Good luck to you and every one --<br>And so</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Here ends my book.</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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We've won what we were fighting for . . .
(Or have we? I don't know).
But anyway I have my wish:
I'm back upon the old Boul' Mich',
And how my heart's aglow!
Though in my coat's an empty sleeve,
Ah! do not think I..."></div>
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