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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567881" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Only A Soldier's Grave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only a soldier's grave! Pass by,<br>For soldiers, like other mortals, die.<br>Parents he had--they are far away;<br>No sister weeps o'er the soldier's clay;<br>No brother comes, with a tearful eye:<br>It's only a soldier's grave--pass by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">True, he was loving, and young, and brave,<br>Though no glowing epitaph honors his grave;<br>No proud recital of virtues known,<br>Of griefs endured, or of triumphs won;<br>No tablet of marble, or obelisk high;--<br>Only a soldier's grave--pass by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet bravely he wielded his sword in fight,<br>And he gave his life in the cause of right!<br>When his hope was high, and his youthful dream<br>As warm as the sunlight on yonder stream;<br>His heart unvexed by sorrow or sigh;--<br>Yet,'tis only a soldier's grave:--pass by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, should we mark it--the soldier's grave,<br>Some one may seek him in hope to save!<br>Some of the dear ones, far away,<br>Would bear him home to his native clay:<br>'Twere sad, indeed, should they wander nigh,<br>Find not the hillock, and pass him by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sidney+Alroy+Jonas">Sidney Alroy Jonas</a><div class=q>
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For soldiers, like other mortals, die.
Parents he had--they are far away;
No sister weeps o'er the soldier's clay;
No brother comes, with a tearful eye:
It's only a soldier's grave--pass by.

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