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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=124869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Many Soldiers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=124869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The idea danced before us as a flag; <br>The sound of martial music; <br>The thrill of carrying a gun; <br>Advancement in the world on coming home; <br>A glint of glory, wrath for foes; <br>A dream of duty to country or to God. <br>But these were things in ourselves, shining before us, <br>They were not the power behind us, <br>Which was the Almighty hand of Life, <br>Like fire at earth’s centre making mountains, <br>Or pent up waters that cut them through. <br>Do you remember the iron band <br>The blacksmith, Shack Dye, welded <br>Around the oak on Bennet’s lawn, <br>From which to swing a hammock, <br>That daughter Janet might repose in, reading <br>On summer afternoons? <br>And that the growing tree at last <br>Sundered the iron band? <br>But not a cell in all the tree <br>Knew aught save that it thrilled with life, <br>Nor cared because the hammock fell <br>In the dust with Milton’s Poems.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a></strong></div>

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