John McCrae,
    The poem
    The volume contains,
  In Flanders Fields
    With An Essay
    {Although the poem itself
    In Flanders fields the poppies
    We are the Dead.
    Take up our quarrel
       John McCrae
    {From a} Facsimile
    This was probably
    In Flanders
    We are the Dead.
    Take up our quarrel
    O guns,
    O flashing muzzles,
    Tell them,
    Bid them be patient,
           physician,
         soldier,
           and poet,
         died in France a Lieutenant-Colonel
               with the Canadian forces.
          which gives this collection
               of his lovely verse
                   its name
            has been extensively reprinted,
           and received with unusual enthusiasm.
           as well,
         a striking essay in character
               by his friend,
           Sir Andrew Macphail.
     And Other Poems,
            by Lieut.
    -Col.
    John McCrae,
           M.D.
        in Character By Sir
             Andrew Macphail
        is included shortly,
           this next section
            is included for completeness,
      and to show John McCrae's
                punctuation
          -- also to show
             that I'm not the
                  only one
             who forgets lines.
    -- A. L.}
 
  In Flanders Fields
          grow 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.
    Short days ago We lived,
           felt dawn,
         saw sunset glow,
           Loved,
         and were loved,
           and now
             we lie In Flanders fields.
           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.
           of an autograph copy
         of the poem
         "In Flanders Fields"
          written from memory as
         "grow"
            is used
               in place of "blow"
             in the first line.
 
  In Flanders Fields
       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.
    Short days ago We lived,
           felt dawn,
         saw sunset glow,
           Loved and were loved,
         and now we lie,
            In Flanders fields.
           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
           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.
    )
           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.
           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.
           and some day,
         anon,
           They shall
              feel earth enwrapt
                   in silence deep;
        Shall greet,
           in wonderment,
         the quiet dawn,
            And in content
            may turn them
                   to their sleep.
 
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