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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509976" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rejoicing After The Battle Of Inkerman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rejoice! the fearful day is o’er<br>For the victors and the slain;<br>Our cannon proclaim from shore to shore,<br>The Allies have won again!<br>Let our joy bells ring out music clear,<br>The gayest they’ve ever pealed;<br>Let bonfires flames the dark night cheer,<br>We are masters of the field </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But list! dost hear that mournful wail<br>’Bove the joyous revelry?<br>Rising from hillside and lowly vale,—<br>Say, what can its meaning be?<br>From Erin’s sunny emerald shore<br>It trembles upon the gale,<br>And rises with the torrent’s roar<br>From the birth place of the Gael. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair Albion, too, in every spot<br>Of thy land of promise wide<br>Is heard that dirge for the mournful lot<br>Of thy soldier sons—thy pride.<br>Them shall no bugle at dawn of day<br>Arouse from their quiet sleep,<br>Them shall no charger with shrill neigh<br>Bear off to the hillside steep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Mid the dead and dying stretched unknown<br>On Crimea’s blood stained earth,<br>Lie the household gods of many a home,<br>The lights of many a hearth:<br>While, vainly woman’s weeping voice<br>Calls on each well loved one—<br>The tender wife on her girlhoods choice,<br>The fond mother on her son. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And not only from the peasant’s cot<br>Comes that mournful, dirge like cry,<br>’Tis heard—unto all a common lot—<br>Where dwell the great and high;<br>And tears fall fast for the last lost child<br>Of many a noble race,<br>Who has perished in that struggle wild,<br>And left none to fill his place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet if above our laurels bright<br>Falls many a bitter tear,<br>Still, still, may we find a gleam of light,<br>Our stricken hearts to cheer;<br>They have fallen in the country’s cause<br>That their youth and manhood nursed,<br>They have fallen true to honor’s laws,<br>In a sacred strife and just.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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For the victors and the slain;
Our cannon proclaim from shore to shore,
The Allies have won again!
Let our joy bells ring out music clear,
The gayest they’ve ever pealed;
Let bonfires flames the dark night chee..."></div>
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