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Show MEMORIAL DAY, 1921. " In Flanders Fields springtime has come again. With rain and leaf and buds serenely red. Decking-, in nature's bounteous, kindly way, The hallowed ground where rest our soldier dead. This Memory Day the soil of wounded France Receives the homage of a countless host. For cradled in her bosom now she holds The gallant youth whom Allied nations lost. No more they'll hear at eve the bugles blow, 1 Or see the welcome gleam of homey : fires; Their marching feet are free from aching strain; They shall not heed the urge of old desires. Oh that those pilgrims from a thousand ports. Who journey forth to view this sacred ground. May fair conceive and truly understand The sacrifice they made ere pea.ee was found. Let them forever He there in the spot, Where, facing the foe, their life's cun set, And we, in keeping faith with those who fought. Cherish their memory! Let us not forget! |