Poems by John McCrae
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Anarchy
... Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light ...
Disarmament
... From darkening with strife the fair World's light, ...
Equality
... Within his gates I saw, through all those years, ...
Eventide
... Looks out to the west, with the light on his face ...
In Due Season
... Were all my labour: Shall I count it naughtIf only one poor gleaner, weak of hand, ...
In Flanders Field
... We shall not sleep, though poppies grow ...
Isandlwana
... With a briar there and a rose by his breast -- ...
Mine Host
... "Naught can I offer ye," quoth Death, "but rest!" ...
Penance
... Above his head.That night full envious of his life was I, ...
Quebec
... -1908Of old, like Helen, guerdon of the strong -- ...
Recompense
... Ere harvest time, upon earth's peaceful breast ...
Slumber Songs
... The benediction of the falling snow!Sleep, little heart ...
The Anxious Dead
... Tell them, O guns, that we have heard their call, ...
The Captain
... As the `Vanguard' drifted past her, "Well done, `Captain'," Jervis cried, ...
The Dead Master
... Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime: ...
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