<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pilgrims</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For oh, when the war will be over<br> We'll go and we'll look for our dead;<br>We'll go when the bee's on the clover,<br> And the plume of the poppy is red:<br>We'll go when the year's at its gayest,<br> When meadows are laughing with flow'rs;<br>And there where the crosses are greyest,<br> We'll seek for the cross that is ours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For they cry to us: Friends, we are lonely,<br> A-weary the night and the day;<br>But come in the blossom-time only,<br> Come when our graves will be gay:<br>When daffodils all are a-blowing,<br> And larks are a-thrilling the skies,<br>Oh, come with the hearts of you glowing,<br> And the joy of the Spring in your eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But never, oh, never come sighing,<br> For ours was the Splendid Release;<br>And oh, but 'twas joy in the dying<br> To know we were winning you Peace!<br>So come when the valleys are sheening,<br> And fledged with the promise of grain;<br>And here where our graves will be greening,<br> Just smile and be happy again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so, when the war will be over,<br> We'll seek for the Wonderful One;<br>And maiden will look for her lover,<br> And mother will look for her son;<br>And there will be end to our grieving,<br> And gladness will gleam over loss,<br>As -- glory beyond all believing!<br> We point . . . to a name on a cross.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508569" data-title="Pilgrims de Robert William Service" data-description="For oh, when the war will be over We'll go and we'll look for our dead; We'll go when the bee's on the clover, And the plume of the poppy is red: We'll go when the year's at its gayest, When meadows are laughing with flow'rs; And there where th..."></div> </div> </div>

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