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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.

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.

John McCrae

TO OUR FALLEN