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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428650" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Meetings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428650" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As up and down I fare by road and street <br>The mothers of our men-at-arms I meet<br>Who die for mine and me, <br>That we go safe and free, <br>Sit in the sun, sleep soft and find life sweet. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428650" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I have two sons too young to fight, too young, <br>God grant if my hour comes I may be strong, <br>And caught in such a strait <br>May praise God and be great, <br>Giving my sons to save some woman from wrong! <br>Oh, mothers of dead heroes, ye I know, <br>My heart sends you a greeting, soft and low; <br>Blessed are ye whose sons <br>Amid the ransomed ones<br>Throng to the banners of Heaven as white as snow. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428650" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Somehow, by some secret and certain sign, <br>The mothers of the beloved I divine <br>Who died in my sons' place. <br>My heart kneels and gives grace. <br>Gives thanks for you, for you, proud sisters of mine!</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=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</a></strong></div>

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