John McCrae

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


Poem by John McCrae

Amid my books I lived the hurrying years,
Disdaining kinship with my fellow man;
Alike to me were human smiles and tears,
I cared not whither Earth's great life-stream ran,
Till as I knelt before my mouldered shrine,
God made me look into a woman's eyes;
And I, who thought all earthly wisdom mine,
Knew in a moment that the eternal skies
Were measured but in inches, to the quest
That lay before me in that mystic gaze.
"Surely I have been errant: it is best
That I should tread, with men their human ways."
God took the teacher, ere the task was learned,
And to my lonely books again I turned.

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  • Corey Petrash (1/12/2010 2:49:00 PM)

    matthew hughesman is a terrible person(Report)Reply

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  • Corey Petrash (1/12/2010 2:43:00 PM)

    i found this poem very interesting and i like what it means i hope alot more people comment on this and say your feed back on this poem read this poem carefully and you will learn alot(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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