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
I drank some boiling water because I wanted to whistle.
by Patience Worth
Intuition be the seed of faith
In him who doth not reason.
Reason be oft the arrow's point to faith.
Yea, but reason be like unto
A weathercock, it may point ye yea or nay.
Thereby is he surer