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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509205" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Western Camps</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THREE men stood with their glasses lifted,<br>Night was around them and flaring lamps:<br>'Here's to the tried and true and sifted;<br>Here's to the flotsam tossed and drifted;<br>Here's to the men in the Outcast-camps,<br>'Stars that fall are their lot for ever;<br>Lights that perish and stars that fall;<br>Fighting Fate with a brave heart ever —<br>Drifting leaves on a wayward river —<br>Men for ever in spite of all.<br>'Here's to the gallant souls defeated;<br>Here's to the strong souls under-trod,<br>Hope-abandoned and mirage-cheated —<br>And yet, by right of their failure, seated<br>Somewhere close to the feet of God.<br>'Here's to the heart that braves undaunted<br>Toil and trouble for home and wife;<br>Here's to the spirit mocked and taunted;<br>Here's to the memory, sorrow-haunted;<br>Here's to the soul grown sick of life.<br>'Drink to the man at the camp-fire sitting;<br>Drink to his mistress of long ago;<br>Well — 'twere well — and the time were fitting,<br>If, in the shades of the firelight flitting,<br>She should come with her eyes aglow.<br>'Drink to the purpose, iron, oaken,<br>Brought to nought by a wanton's guile;<br>Drink to men with an old love-token<br>Somewhere close to their brave hearts broken;<br>Drink to the martyred souls that smile.<br>'Drink to courage and all fine daring —<br>Spirit trampling the flesh beneath;<br>Drink to the reckless heart uncaring;<br>Drink to mates at the last pinch sharing<br>Their little all in the face of death.<br>'Last toast this . . . may their hearts discover,<br>On every track that the outcast tramps,<br>A friend in need, and at need a lover,<br>Green grass around them and kind stars over,<br>And dreams of peace in their Western Camps.'</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>
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Night was around them and flaring lamps:
'Here's to the tried and true and sifted;
Here's to the flotsam tossed and drifted;
Here's to the men in the Outcast-camps,
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