<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539750" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On a Soldier Fallen in the Philippines</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Streets of the roaring town, <br>Hush for him, hus, be still! <br>He comes, who was stricken down <br>Doing the word of our will. <br>Hush! Let him have his state, <br>Give him his soldier's crown. <br>The grists of trade can wait <br>Their grinding at the mill, <br>But he cannot wait for his honor, now the trumpet has been blown. <br>Wreathe pride now for his granite brow, lay love on his breast of stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Toll! Let the great bells toll <br>Till the clashing air is dim. <br>Did we wrong this parted soul? <br>We will make it up to him. <br>Toll! Let him never guess <br>What work we set him to. <br>Laurel, laurel, yes; <br>He did waht we bade him do. <br>Praise, and never a whispered hint but the fight he fought was good; <br>Never a word that the blood on his sword was his country's own heart's-blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A flag for the soldier's bier <br>Who dies that his land may live; <br>O, banners, banners here, <br>That he doubt not nor misgive ! <br>That he heed not from the tomb <br>The evil days draw near <br>When the nation, robed in gloom, <br>With its faithless past shall strive. <br>Let him never dream that his bullet's scream went wide of its island mark, <br>Home to the heart of his darling land where she stumbled and sinned in the dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Vaughn+Moody">William Vaughn Moody</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=539750" data-title="On a Soldier Fallen in the Philippines de William Vaughn Moody" data-description="Streets of the roaring town, Hush for him, hus, be still! He comes, who was stricken down Doing the word of our will. Hush! Let him have his state, Give him his soldier's crown. The grists of trade can wait Their grinding at the mill, But ..."></div> </div> </div>

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