Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509190" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Soul Of The Anzac</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE form that was mine was brown and hard,<br>And thewed and muscled, and tall and straight;<br>And often it rode from the station yard,<br>And often it passed through the stockyard gate;<br>And often it paused on the grey skyline<br>'Twixt mulga and mallee or gum and pine.<br>There was never a task that it would not do;<br>There was never a labour it left undone;<br>But ever and always it battled through,<br>And took the rest that its toil had won,<br>And slept the sleep of the weary-limbed<br>Till the stars grew pale and the planets dimmed.<br>The form that was mine is mine no more,<br>For low it lies in a soldier's grave<br>By an alien sea on an alien shore;<br>And over its sleep no wattles wave,<br>And stars unseen on their journey creep;<br>But it wakes no more from its dreamless sleep.<br>O Mother of mine, what is is best!<br>And our graves are dug at the hour of birth;<br>And the form that slept on your shielding breast<br>Sleeps soundly here in the mothering earth.<br>And dust to dust! When our part is played,<br>Does it matter much where the change is made?<br>O Heart that was mine, you were brave and strong —<br>How strong, how brave, let another tell!<br>You loved the lilt of the bushman's song,<br>And loved the land that he loved so well,<br>And loved — ah, well! — as well she knew,<br>The sweet, white girl who was all to you.<br>O Heart of mine, though your love was great,<br>Yet a greater than Love is lord of man;<br>The rose-path wound to the garden gate,<br>And there the track to The Peaks began;<br>And though storm threatened and skies grew black,<br>You dared the menace and took the track.<br>O Heart, when the cliffs were hard to climb,<br>How sweet was home, and her eyes how sweet!<br>How sweet the moments when Love kept time,<br>And you and her heart gave beat for beat,<br>And the waters sang, and the sun-rays glanced,<br>And the flowers laughed out, and the saplings danced.<br>Yet better, O Heart, to do as you did<br>Than to lie on her breast, as your love-gift lies;<br>For how can Love prosper when Honour lies hid,<br>Ashamed to look Love fair and square in the eyes?<br>Though grave-mould be round you, grey grasses above,<br>You live, and shall live, evermore in her love!<br>O Man that I was, you were foe to Death;<br>For Life was fair to you — wonderful, rare;<br>You had your being and drew your breath<br>In ample spaces of earth and air;<br>While ever and always, by night and day,<br>Bright Promise pointed the Golden Way.<br>And yet 'twas your choice to be this thing —<br>A young man dead on an alien shore,<br>Where the immemorial surges sing<br>As once they sang in the days of yore,<br>When Greek and Trojan matched their might<br>And Troy shone down upon the fight.<br>O Man that I was, well done! Well done!<br>You chose the nobler, the better part;<br>Though a mother weep for her soldier son,<br>And a fair, sweet girl be sad at heart,<br>Yet the soul of your country glows with pride<br>At the deed you did and the death you died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Roderic+Quinn">Roderic Quinn</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=509190" data-title="The Soul Of The Anzac de Roderic Quinn" data-description="THE form that was mine was brown and hard,
And thewed and muscled, and tall and straight;
And often it rode from the station yard,
And often it passed through the stockyard gate;
And often it paused on the grey skyline
'Twixt mulga and mallee or g..."></div>
</div>
</div>