The Indifferent Ones (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)

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The Indifferent Ones
By Frank Oliver Call


Unmoved they sit by the stream of life
    And its blood-red tide to the sea goes down,
While the hosts are borne through the surging strife
    To a hero's death and a martyr's crown.

They pay no toll of their gold or blood;
    For them 'tis a pageant and naught beside;
So they calmly dream by the reeking flood,
    While the sun goes down in the crimson tide.

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