John McCrae

(30 November 1872 – 28 January 1918 / Guelph, Ontario)

The Dead Master - Poem by John McCrae

Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime:
To-day around him surges from the silences of Time
A flood of nobler music, like a river deep and broad,
Fit song for heroes gathered in the banquet-hall of God.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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