NOW you are one with us, you know our tears, Those tears of pride and pain so fast to flow; You too have sipped the first strange draught of woe; You too have tasted of our hopes and fears; Sister across the ocean, stretch your hand, Must we not love you more, who learn to understand? There are new graves in France, new quiet graves; The first-fruit of a Nation great and free, Full of rich fire of life and chivalry. Lie quietly, though tide of battle laves Above them; sister, sister, see our tears, We mourn with you, who know so well the bitter years. Now do you watch with us; your pain of loss Lit by a wondrous glow of love and power That flowers, star-like at the darkest hour Lighting the eternal message of the Cross; They gain their life who lose it, earth shall rise Anew and cleansed, because of life's great sacrifice. And that great band of souls your dead have met, Who saved the world in centuries past and gone, Shall find new comrades in their valiant throng; O, Nation's heart that cannot e'er forget, Is not death but the door to life begun To those who hear far Heaven cry, "Well done!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FINDING OF LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES SHILLIN' A DAY by RUDYARD KIPLING SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LUCINDA MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN APIA BAY by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS MR. FLOOD'S PARTY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A WEEK IN A BOY'S LIFE by JACQUES BOE |