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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396009" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thomas Joseph Byrnes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396009" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">God gave him gifts: nor gave in vain<br>The great heart and the master-brain<br>To dream, to battle, to attain,<br>To storm the height.<br>The power that all men strive to gain<br>Was his by right. <br>O saddest Spring in all the land!<br>O Mystery, hard to understand—<br>When, at the stern unknown command,<br>With icy breath,<br>Fate placed within his fearless hand<br>The gift of Death! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396009" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Calm be his sleep who lived to dare.<br>Go, say a patriot slumbers there<br>Whose brows were never bent to wear<br>His loftiest fame,<br>Yet wrote on Queensland’s page a rare—<br>A fadeless name! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396009" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He fought his fight: he won his goal.<br>His name is on the battle-scroll;<br>And, whilst beyond our weak control<br>The tears we shed<br>Well deep within a Nation’s soul,<br>He is not dead.</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=George+Essex+Evans">George Essex Evans</a></strong></div>

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