Part 2

The Hope of My Heart 1894

Penance 1896

Slumber Songs 1897

The Oldest Drama 1907

Recompense 1896

Mine Host 1897

Equality 1898

Anarchy 1897

Disarmament 1899

The Dead Master 1913

The Harvest of the Sea 1898

The Dying of Pere Pierre 1904

Eventide 1895

Upon Watts' Picture "Sic Transit" 1904

A Song of Comfort 1894

The Pilgrims 1905

The Shadow of the Cross 1894

The Night Cometh 1913

In Due Season 1897

John McCrae An Essay in Character by Sir Andrew Macphail

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

The Anxious Dead

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 flashing muzzles, pause, and let them see The coming dawn that streaks the sky afar; Then let your mighty chorus witness be To them, and Caesar, that we still make war.

Tell them, O guns, that we have heard their call, That we have sworn, and will not turn aside, That we will onward till we win or fall, That we will keep the faith for which they died.