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Just in the lines round your city,

Where the fierce waves of ambition,

Ruthlessly seeking their purpose,

Sank with the dead into Flanders.

Desolate spirit unconquered,

Here where the fury lingered,

Here where the graves of the honoured

Around your ruins are clustered,

Rise in your triumph eternal,

Built in the heart of man. GorellYpres, October, 1915.

EASTER AT YPRES: 1915