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''Florence Randal Livesay :'For this—with our cerements' gleaming grace
 * We have covered the fallen in every place—


 * 'Yea, with billowy flutter of pale, pale gold
 * Your dead have we hidden, in love we enfold.


 * 'Though born in dire travail, yet cometh the Spring:
 * From your lost shall be blossom and bourgeoning!'

So his life flowered-bowed to the ground There are daffodils blooming on Vimy mound.


 * ere are soldiers made of, made of,
 * Sweet little maid so gay?'

'Pipeclay and drill the foeman to kill!'
 * And she laughed as she danced away.

O dance to the sound of the drum, the drum!
 * It booms down the city street:

'Soldiers, the Soldiers! Here they come!
 * Dance to the thrumming beat!'

'What are soldiers made of, made of?'
 * Just of men like you.

Men who smile if sad the while
 * Men whose hearts are true.

O hark to the song of the drum, the drum!
 * It calls down the city street:

'Soldier, O soldier! won't you come?
 * Help us!' the Drummers beat.

What are soldiers made of, made of?'
 * Strength and spirit and might:

The heart to care, the will to dare,
 * The body keen for a fight.

O rally to the call of the drum, the drum!
 * (Yea, follow the childish feet)

'Quit you like men and come, O come!
 * Help us!' the Drummers beat.