Last Lines of John McCrae
And in content may turn them to their sleep.And night in Brecon Town.And plays anew the silent tragedy.And to my lonely books again I turned.At last.At utter rest.Because he sowed and others reaped his store.Dear little heart.For ever at peace with the sea!He goes to stand full face to face with life.In Flanders fields.In that fierce moment to our honoured peace.Until my heart grows far too glad for tears.Where sleep Montcalm and Wolfe beside her gate?