A tattered soldier, gone the glow and gloss,
With wounds half healed, and sorely trembling knee,
Homeward I come, to claim no victory-cross:
I only faced the foe, and did not flee.
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Quotes of the Day
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
by Herman Melville
As Clarel entered with the guide,
Beset they were by that sad crew —
With inarticulate clamour plied;
And faces, yet defacements too,
Appealed to them; but could not give