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Say only this, "They are dead." Then add thereto,

"Yet many a better one has died before."

Then scanning all the o'ercrowded mass, should you

Perceive one face that you loved heretofore,

It is a spook. None wears the face you knew.

Great Death has made all his for evermore.

Charles Hamilton Sorley

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

[Reprinted by permission of the Proprietors of Punch.]

THE ANXIOUS DEAD

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.)

O flashing muzzles, pause and let them see

The coming dawn that streaks the day afar:

Then let your mighty chorus witness be

To them, and Cæsar, that we still make war.