<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580049" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Soldier In Hospital</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Courage came to you with your boyhood's grace<br>Of ardent life and limb.<br>Each day new dangers steeled you to the test,<br>To ride, to climb, to swim.<br>Your hot blood taught you carelessness of death<br>With every breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So when you went to play another game<br>You could not but be brave:<br>An Empire's team, a rougher football field,<br>The end-perhaps your grave.<br>What matter? On the winning of a goal<br>You staked your soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, you wore courage as you wore your youth<br>With carelessness and joy.<br>But in what Spartan school of discipline<br>Did you get patience, boy?<br>How did you learn to bear this long-drawn pain<br>And not complain?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Restless with throbbing hopes, with thwarted aims,<br>Impulsive as a colt,<br>How do you lie here month by weary month<br>Helpless, and not revolt?<br>What joy can these monotonous days afford<br>Here in a ward?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet you are merry as the birds in spring,<br>Or feign the gaiety,<br>Lest those who dress and tend your wound each day<br>Should guess the agony.<br>Lest they should suffer-this the only fear<br>You let draw near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Greybeard philosophy has sought in books<br>And argument this truth,<br>That man is greater than his pain, but you<br>Have learnt it in your youth.<br>You know the wisdom taught by Calvary<br>At twenty-three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death would have found you brave, but braver still<br>You face each lagging day,<br>A merry Stoic, patient, chivalrous,<br>Divinely kind and gay.<br>You bear your knowledge lightly, graduate<br>Of unkind Fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Careless philosopher, the first to laugh,<br>The latest to complain.<br>Unmindful that you teach, you taught me this<br>In your long fight with pain:<br>Since God made man so good-here stands my creed-<br>God's good indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Winifred+Mary+Letts">Winifred Mary Letts</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=580049" data-title="To A Soldier In Hospital de Winifred Mary Letts" data-description="Courage came to you with your boyhood's grace Of ardent life and limb. Each day new dangers steeled you to the test, To ride, to climb, to swim. Your hot blood taught you carelessness of death With every breath. So when you went to play another g..."></div> </div> </div>

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