They have not fought in vain, our dead Who sleep amid the poppies red: Their plea, attested with their blood, By all the world is understood. They fought for peace, as now do we; Their conflict was for liberty, For freedom from the blight of war— And is that still worth fighting for? We strive no longer men in arms; We fight not, stirred by war's alarms: We vow to seal our broken past With fellowship and friendship fast. By those who faced the battling years Let earth forget her warlike fears, That Freedom, idol of our sires, May pledge to all her sacred fires. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRA LIPPO LIPPI by ROBERT BROWNING TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 31. HER GIFTS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ON A GREEK VASE by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN TO A WOMAN by KENNETH SLADE ALLING SPANISH WINGS: SENORITA by H. BABCOCK |