<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">November Eleventh</h1><p class="byline"> ELIZABETH HANLY <br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/><span class="smallcaps">IN Popular Educator</span></p><div class="stanza"><p class="line">A THOUSAND whistles break the bonds of sleep</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">With swift exultant summons wild and shrill;</p><p class="line">Impassioned tongues of flames toward heaven leap</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">To tell us peace has come. The guns are still.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">A thousand flags have blossomed in the air</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Like poppies in a garden by the sea.</p><p class="line">Beyond the eastern hills a golden flare</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Foretells the day that broke on Calvary.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Long-darkened Liberty uplifts once more</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Her torch on Belgium, Poland and Alsace</p><p class="line">And Flanders--on each desecrated shore,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Slow dawns the sun; and on my mother's face</p><p class="line">The look, I think, that Mary must have worn</p><p class="line">In Galilee on Resurrection morn. </p></div></body></html> · Great War