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Tread Softly Here.....

Tread softly here! Go reverently and slow!
Yea let your soul go down upon its knees.
And with bowed head and heart abased strive hard
To grasp the future gain sore loss!
For not one foot of this dank sod but drank
Its surfeit of the blood of gallant men.
Who for their faith, their hope – for Life and Liberty
Here made the sacrifice – here gave their lives
And gave right willingly – for you and me.

From this vast alter-pile the souls of men
Sped up to God in countless multitudes;
One this grim cratered ridge they gave their all.
And giving; won
The Peace of Heaven and Immortality
Our hearts go out to them in boundless gratitude;
If ours – then God’s; for His vast charity
All sees, all knows, all comprehends – save bounds
He has repaid their sacrifice:- and we - ?
God help us if we fail to pay our debt
In fullest full and all unstintingly!

John Oxenham

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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.
by John McCrae, May 1915