<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When a people reach the top of a hill,</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When a people reach the top of a hill, <br>Then does God lean toward them, <br>Shortens tongues and lengthens arms. <br>A vision of their dead comes to the weak. <br>The moon shall not be too old <br>Before the new battalions rise, <br> Blue battalions. <br>The moon shall not be too old <br>When the children of change shall fall <br>Before the new battalions, <br> The blue battalions. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mistakes and virtues will be trampled deep. <br>A church and a thief shall fall together. <br>A sword will come at the bidding of the eyeless, <br>The God-led, turning only to beckon, <br>Swinging a creed like a censer <br>At the head of the new battalions, <br> Blue battalions. <br>March the tools of nature's impulse, <br>Men born of wrong, men born of right, <br>Men of the new battalions, <br> The blue battalions. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The clang of swords is Thy wisdom, <br>The wounded make gestures like Thy Son's; <br>The feet of mad horses is one part -- <br>Ay, another is the hand of a mother on the brow of a youth. <br>Then, swift as they charge through a shadow, <br>The men of the new battalions, <br> Blue battalions -- <br>God lead them high, God lead them far, <br>God lead them far, God lead them high, <br>These new battalions, <br> The blue battalions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stephen+Crane">Stephen Crane</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=521142" data-title="When a people reach the top of a hill, de Stephen Crane" data-description="When a people reach the top of a hill, Then does God lean toward them, Shortens tongues and lengthens arms. A vision of their dead comes to the weak. The moon shall not be too old Before the new battalions rise, Blue battalions. The moon s..."></div> </div> </div>

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