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 below: "Think not with regret on the Springtime's song And the task ye left ...

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 might
"But from a million British graves took birth...

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, with lingering pace,

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 most,"This lodging place is other than we so...

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 end within his reach,
Death took the sceptre from hi...

In Flanders’ Fields the poppies
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the
The larks, still bravely singing,

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, (Mothers o' Brecon Town
)My eyes for tears and his for joy When he went from Br...