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John McCrae
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(1872-1918)
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A Song Of Comfort
Thro' May time blossoms, with whisper low,
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Anarchy
I saw a city filled with lust and shame,
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Disarmament
One spake amid the nations, "Let us cease
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Equality
I saw a King, who spent his life to weave
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Eventide
The day is past and the toilers cease;
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In Due Season
If night should come and find me at my toil,
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In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
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Isandlwana
My little lad for a soldier boy,
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Mine Host
There stands a hostel by a travelled way;
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Penance
My lover died a century ago,
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Quebec
Of old, like Helen, guerdon of the strong --
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Recompense
I saw two sowers in Life's field at morn,
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Slumber Songs
Sleep, little eyes
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The Anxious Dead
O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear
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The Captain
Here all the day she swings from tide to tide,
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The Dead Master
Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime:
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The Dying Of Pere Pierre
"Nay, grieve not that ye can no honour give
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The Harvest Of The Sea
The earth grows white with harvest; all day long
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The Hope Of My Heart
I left, to earth, a little maiden fair,
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The Night Cometh
Cometh the night. The wind falls low,
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The Oldest Drama
Immortal story that no mother's heart
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The Pilgrims
An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers,
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The Shadow Of The Cross
At the drowsy dusk when the shadows creep
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The Song Of The Derelict
Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes
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The Unconquered Dead
Not we the conquered! Not to us the blame
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The Warrior
He wrought in poverty, the dull grey days,
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Then And Now
Beneath her window in the fragrant night
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Unsolved
Amid my books I lived the hurrying years,
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Upon Watts' Picture "Sic Transit"
But yesterday the tourney, all the eager joy of life,
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