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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519272" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Word</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before the April night was late<br>A rider came to the castle gate;<br>A rider breathing human breath,<br>But the words he spoke were the words of Death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Greet you well from the King our lord,<br>He marches hot for the eastward ford;<br>Living or dying, all or one,<br>Ye must keep the ford till the race be run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Alain rose with lips that smiled,<br>He kissed his wife, he kissed his child:<br>Before the April night was late<br>Sir Alain rode from the castle gate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He called his men-at-arms by name,<br>But one there was uncalled that came:<br>He bade his troop behind him ride,<br>But there was one that rode beside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why will you spur so fast to die?<br>Be wiser ere the night go by.<br>A message late is a message lost;<br>For all your haste the foe had crossed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Are men such small unmeaning things<br>To strew the board of smiling Kings?<br>With life and death they play their game,<br>And life or death, the end's the same.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Softly the April air above<br>Rustled the woodland homes of love:<br>Softly the April air below<br>Carried the dream of buds that blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Is he that bears a warrior's fame<br>To shun the pointless stroke of shame?<br>Will he that propped a trembling throne<br>Not stand for right when right's his own?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Your oath on the four gospels sworn?<br>What oath can bind resolves unborn?<br>You lose that far eternal life?<br>Is it yours to lose? Is it child and wife?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now beyond the pathway's bend,<br>Sir Alain saw the forest end,<br>And winding wide beneath the hill,<br>The glassy river lone and still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now he saw with lifted eyes<br>The East like a great chancel rise,<br>And deep through all his senses drawn,<br>Received the sacred wine of dawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He set his face to the stream below,<br>He drew his axe from the saddle bow:<br>'Farewell, Messire, the night is sped;<br>There lies the ford, when all is said'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Henry+Newbolt">Sir Henry Newbolt</a><div class=q>
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A rider came to the castle gate;
A rider breathing human breath,
But the words he spoke were the words of Death.

'Greet you well from the King our lord,
He marches hot for the eastward ford;
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