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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=579109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The World's Musqueteer: To Marshal Foch</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=579109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(_Ballade a double refrain_)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=579109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Marshal of France, yet still the Musqueteer,<br>Comrade at arms, on your bronzed cheek we press<br>The soldier's kiss, and drop the soldier's tear;<br>Brother by brother fought we in the stress<br>Of the locked steel, all the wild work that fell<br>For our reluctant doing; we that stormed hell<br>And smote it down together, in the sun<br>Stand here once more, with all our fighting done,<br>Garlands upon our helmets, sword and lance<br>Quiet with laurel, sharing the peace they won:<br>Soldier that saved the world in saving France.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=579109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Soldier that saved the world in saving France,<br>France that was Europe's dawn when light was none,<br>Clear eyes that with eternal vigilance<br>Pierce through the webs in nether darkness spun,<br>Soul of man's soul, his sentinel upon<br>The ramparts of the world: Ah! France, 'twas well<br>This soldier with the sword of Gabriel<br>Was yours and ours in all that dire duresse,<br>This soldier, gentle as a child, that here<br>Stands shy and smiling 'mid a world's caress--<br>Marshal of France, yet still the Musqueteer.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=579109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Marshal of France, yet still the Musqueteer,<br>True knight and succourer of the world's distress<br>His might and skill we laurel, but more dear<br>Our soldier for that 'parfit gentlenesse'<br>That ever in heroic hearts doth dwell,<br>That soul as tranquil as a vesper bell,<br>That glory in him that would glory shun,<br>Those kindly eyes alive with Gascon fun,<br>D'Artagnan's brother--still the old romance<br>Runs in the blood, thank God! and still shall run:<br>Soldier that saved the world in saving France.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=579109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>ENVOI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=579109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Soldier that saved the world in saving France,<br>Foch, to America's deep heart how near;<br>Betwixt us twain shall never come mischance.<br>Warrior that fought that war might disappear,<br>Far and for ever far the unborn year<br>That turns the ploughshare back into the spear--<br>But, must it come, then Foch shall lead the dance:<br>Marshal of France, yet still the Musqueteer.</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=Richard+Le+Gallienne">Richard Le Gallienne</a></strong></div>

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