John McCrae
The Anxious Dead by John McCrae

The Anxious Dead by John McCrae

O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear Above their heads the legions pressing on:(These fought their fight in time of bitter fear, And died not knowing how the day had gone.)O ...

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The Captain by John McCrae

The Captain by John McCrae

Here all the day she swings from tide to tide, Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain, A masterless hulk that was a ship of pride, Yet unashamed: her ...

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The Dying Of Pere Pierre by John McCrae

The Dying Of Pere Pierre by John McCrae

". . . with two other priests; the same night he died, and was buried by the shores of the lake that bears his name." ...

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The Harvest Of The Sea by John McCrae

The Harvest Of The Sea by John McCrae

The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness weavesHer web of silence o'er the thankful song Of reapers bringing home the golden ...

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A Song Of Comfort by John McCrae

A Song Of Comfort by John McCrae

"Sleep, weary ones, while ye may -- Sleep, oh, sleep!" Eugene Field.Thro' May time blossoms, with whisper low,The soft wind sang to the dead ...

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Eventide by John McCrae

Eventide by John McCrae

The day is past and the toilers cease;The land grows dim 'mid the shadows grey,And hearts are glad, for the dark brings peace At the close of day.Each weary toiler, ...

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Equality by John McCrae

Equality by John McCrae

I saw a King, who spent his life to weave Into a nation all his great heart thought,Unsatisfied until he should achieve The grand ideal that his manhood sought;Yet as he saw the ...

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Isandlwana by John McCrae

Isandlwana by John McCrae

Scarlet coats, and crash o' the band, The grey of a pauper's gown, A soldier's grave in Zululand, And a woman in Brecon Town.My little lad for a soldier boy, ...

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In Due Season by John McCrae

In Due Season by John McCrae

If night should come and find me at my toil, When all Life's day I had, tho' faintly, wrought,And shallow furrows, cleft in stony soil Were all my labour: Shall I count it ...

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Recompense by John McCrae

Recompense by John McCrae

I saw two sowers in Life's field at morn, To whom came one in angel guise and said,"Is it for labour that a man is born? Lo: I am Ease. Come ye and eat my bread!"Then gladly one ...

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Penance by John McCrae

Penance by John McCrae

My lover died a century ago,Her dear heart stricken by my sland'rous breath,Wherefore the Gods forbade that I should know The peace of death.Men pass my grave, and say, ...

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The Night Cometh by John McCrae

The Night Cometh by John McCrae

Cometh the night. The wind falls low,The trees swing slowly to and fro: Around the church the headstones grey Cluster, like children strayed awayBut found again, and folded so.No ...

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Mine Host by John McCrae

Mine Host by John McCrae

There stands a hostel by a travelled way; Life is the road and Death the worthy host;Each guest he greets, nor ever lacks to say, "How have ye fared?" They answer him, the ...

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Slumber Songs by John McCrae

Slumber Songs by John McCrae

ISleep, little eyesThat brim with childish tears amid thy play,Be comforted! No grief of night can weighAgainst the joys that throng thy coming day.Sleep, little heart!There is ...

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Disarmament by John McCrae

Disarmament by John McCrae

One spake amid the nations, "Let us cease From darkening with strife the fair World's light,We who are great in war be great in peace. No longer let us plead the cause by ...

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The Shadow Of The Cross by John McCrae

The Shadow Of The Cross by John McCrae

At the drowsy dusk when the shadows creepFrom the golden west, where the sunbeams sleep,An angel mused: "Is there good or illIn the mad world's heart, since on Calvary's ...

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The Pilgrims by John McCrae

The Pilgrims by John McCrae

An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers, Where every beam that broke the leaden skyLit other hills with fairer ways than ours; Some clustered graves where half our memories ...

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Upon Watts’ Picture Sic Transit by John McCrae

Upon Watts’ Picture Sic Transit by John McCrae

"What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have."But yesterday the tourney, all the eager joy of life, The waving of the banners, and the rattle of the spears, The ...

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The Oldest Drama by John McCrae

The Oldest Drama by John McCrae

"It fell on a day, that he went out to his father to the reapers. And he said unto his father, My head, my head. And he said to a lad, Carry him to his mother. And . . . ...

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The Unconquered Dead by John McCrae

The Unconquered Dead by John McCrae

". . . defeated, with great loss."Not we the conquered! Not to us the blame Of them that flee, of them that basely yield;Nor ours the shout of victory, the fame Of them that ...

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The Song Of The Derelict by John McCrae

The Song Of The Derelict by John McCrae

Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!)Ye fondle me now, but to strike me betimes. (A treacherous lover, the sea!)Once I saw as I ...

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The Warrior by John McCrae

The Warrior by John McCrae

He wrought in poverty, the dull grey days, But with the night his little lamp-lit roomWas bright with battle flame, or through a haze Of smoke that stung his eyes he heard the ...

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Then And Now by John McCrae

Then And Now by John McCrae

Beneath her window in the fragrant night I half forget how truant years have flownSince I looked up to see her chamber-light, Or catch, perchance, her slender shadow thrownUpon ...

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Unsolved by John McCrae

Unsolved by John McCrae

Amid my books I lived the hurrying years, Disdaining kinship with my fellow man;Alike to me were human smiles and tears, I cared not whither Earth's great life-stream ran,Till as ...

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The Dead Master by John McCrae

The Dead Master by John McCrae

Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime:To-day around him surges from the silences of TimeA flood of nobler music, like a river deep and broad,Fit song for heroes ...

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Quebec by John McCrae

Quebec by John McCrae

-1908Of old, like Helen, guerdon of the strong -- Like Helen fair, like Helen light of word, --"The spoils unto the conquerors belong. Who winneth me must win me by the ...

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