TO AN ARGONNE CROSS.
Hcie, where the poppies sway, Hiding your face away; Guarding you mght and dJ), Know you no sorrow. Here, where the dark is deep, Sleep, valiant dreamer, sleep; Sleep till the ages reap Life's last tomorrow. "For you the final rest, Still hands on silent breast; No more the iightre s quest " Brings vain endeavour. Safe in the night's embrace, Doughboy or fallen ace, God watch your resting place, Guard it for ever. Yot through the mists are some Who to your grave will come, Called by the muffled drum To your sweet dreaming; Some who will come to weep, "Wailing the night so deep, And by your endless sleep Kneel with eyes streaming. Is it they envy you. Safely the journey through, One with the dawn and dew, Knowing no sorrow? "Who is there left to weep One who has 'gone to sleep Till the far ages reap Life's last to-morrow? —GRANTLAND EICE, in "York tribune.'
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Bruce Herald, Volume LV, Issue 66, 28 August 1919, Page 6
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161TO AN ARGONNE CROSS. Bruce Herald, Volume LV, Issue 66, 28 August 1919, Page 6
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