The Great War

from Lest We Forget, an electronic edition

In a Harvest Field.

How quietly beneath the quiet sky

These men are sleeping who shall never wake!

But soon the plough, the harrow, and the rake

Shall pass them as I pass unheeded by;

For underneath the fallows they will lie

Who front to foe -- good seed for Freedom's sake --

Have fallen, and those who here their harvest make

Will wonder at the richness of the rye.

But He Who lets no single sparrow fall

Unnoted, unremembered, in His care

Has garnered all their great self-sacrifice;

And though too 'soon in tender earth there lies

-- Till crack of doom -- each body made so fair,

A happier world shall be memorial.