<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523150" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Good-Night In War-Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(To Alexander Smith)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stars we saw arise are high above,<br>And yet our Evensong seems sung too soon.<br>Good-Night! I lay my hand-with such a love<br>As thou wert brother of my blood-upon<br>Thy shoulder, and methinks beneath the moon<br>Those sisters, Anglia and Caledon,<br>Lean towards each other. Aye, for Man is one;<br>We are a host ruled by one trumpet-call,<br>Where each, armed in his sort, makes as he may<br>The general motion. The well-tuned array<br>We see; yet to what victory in what wars<br>We see not; but like the revolving stars<br>Move on ourselves. The total march of all<br>Or men or stars God knows. Lord, lead us on!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sydney+Thompson+Dobell">Sydney Thompson Dobell</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=523150" data-title="Good-Night In War-Time de Sydney Thompson Dobell" data-description="(To Alexander Smith) The stars we saw arise are high above, And yet our Evensong seems sung too soon. Good-Night! I lay my hand-with such a love As thou wert brother of my blood-upon Thy shoulder, and methinks beneath the moon Those sisters, Angl..."></div> </div> </div>

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