'I wear a cross of bronze,' he said,
'and men have told me I was brave.'
He turned his head,
And pointing to a grave,
'they told me that my work of war was done.'
His fierce mouth set.
'and yet, and yet.....'
he trembled where he stood,
'and yet, and yet'.....
I have not won
That broken cross of wood.
The Cross
Leon Gellert
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