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 William Pike Osborne

As years go by, and on the guns Peace lays her holding

hand, The shell-torn trenches where ye fell, in bitter, glorious

hours, The trenches sown by savage Mars, shall fill with

beauteous flowers.

And then when joyous lark shall sing above the hallowed tomb,

And scenes of carnage are forgot neath nature s glad some bloom,

There shall our branching Maple spread, as sign we ne er forget,

O er those for whom the radiant sun shall rise no more nor set.

O Hero Souls, that crimson leaf a wondering world shall

teach How in a day of furious stress, Canadians filled the

breach, And all who pass thereby shall step with hushed and

reverent tread The where their native Maple marks the bivouac of

our dead.

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