<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511173" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Wolcott Balestier</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled --<br>Further than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust swirled --<br>Live such as fought and sailed and ruled and loved and made our world.<br> <br>They are purged of pride because they died, they know the worth of their bays,<br>They sit at wine with the Maidens Nine and the Gods of the Elder Days,<br>It is their will to serve or be still as fitteth our Father's praise.<br> <br>'Tis theirs to sweep through the ringing deep where Azrael's outposts are,<br>Or buffet a path through the Pit's red wrath when God goes out to war,<br>Or hang with the reckless Seraphim on the rein of a red-maned star.<br> <br>They take their mirth in the joy of the Earth --<br> they dare not grieve for her pain --<br>They know of toil and the end of toil, they know God's law is plain,<br>So they whistle the Devil to make them sport who know that Sin is vain.<br> <br>And ofttimes cometh our wise Lord God, master of every trade,<br>And tells them tales of His daily toil, of Edens newly made;<br>And they rise to their feet as He passes by, gentlemen unafraid.<br> <br>To these who are cleansed of base Desire, Sorrow and Lust and Shame --<br>Gods for they knew the hearts of men, men for they stooped to Fame,<br>Borne on the breath that men call Death, my brother's spirit came.<br> <br>He scarce had need to doff his pride or slough the dross of Earth --<br>E'en as he trod that day to God so walked he from his birth,<br>In simpleness and gentleness and honour and clean mirth.<br> <br>So cup to lip in fellowship they gave him welcome high<br>And made him place at the banquet board -- the Strong Men ranged thereby,<br>Who had done his work and held his peace and had no fear to die.<br> <br>Beyond the loom of the last lone star, through open darkness hurled,<br>Further than rebel comet dared or hiving star-swarm swirled,<br>Sits he with those that praise our God for that they served His world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</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=511173" data-title="To Wolcott Balestier de Rudyard Kipling" data-description="Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled -- Further than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust swirled -- Live such as fought and sailed and ruled and loved and made our world. They are purged of pride because they died,..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black