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The Anxious Dead
by John McCrae
- 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.)
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- Bid them be patient, 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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