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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508862" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song Of The Soldier-Born</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;<br>Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;<br>Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;<br>A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;<br>A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I hold as a simple faith there's no denying:<br>The trade of a soldier's the only trade worth plying;<br>The death of a soldier's the only death worth dying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So let me go and leave your safety behind me;<br>Go to the spaces of hazard where nothing shall bind me;<br>Go till the word is War -- and then you will find me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then you will call me and claim me because you will need me;<br>Cheer me and gird me and into the battle-wrath speed me. . . .<br>And when it's over, spurn me and no longer heed me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For guile and a purse gold-greased are the arms you carry;<br>With deeds of paper you fight and with pens you parry;<br>You call on the hounds of the law your foes to harry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You with your &quot;Art for its own sake&quot;, posing and prinking;<br>You with your &quot;Live and be merry&quot;, eating and drinking;<br>You with your &quot;Peace at all hazard&quot;, from bright blood shrinking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fools! I will tell you now: though the red rain patters,<br>And a million of men go down, it's little it matters. . . .<br>There's the Flag upflung to the stars, though it streams in tatters.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a glory gold never can buy to yearn and to cry for;<br>There's a hope that's as old as the sky to suffer and sigh for;<br>There's a faith that out-dazzles the sun to martyr and die for.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah no! it's my dream that War will never be ended;<br>That men will perish like men, and valour be splendid;<br>That the Flag by the sword will be served, and honour defended.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That the tale of my fights will never be ancient story;<br>That though my eye may be dim and my beard be hoary,<br>I'll die as a soldier dies on the Field of Glory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So give me a strong right arm for a wrong's swift righting;<br>Stave of a song on my lips as my sword is smiting;<br>Death in my boots may-be, but fighting, fighting.</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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Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.

Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier..."></div>
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