Transcriber's Note:
Inconsistent hyphenation, and unusual and inconsistentspelling in the original document has been preserved.There are many punctuation confusions and errors inthis book.
There are many obvious typographical errors in thisbook, these have been corrected in this text.
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ON THE FRINGE OF THE GREAT FIGHT
ON THE FRINGE OF
THE GREAT FIGHT
By
COLONEL GEORGE G. NASMITH, C.M.G.
McCLELLAND, GOODCHILD & STEWART
PUBLISHERS :: :: :: TORONTO
COPYRIGHT, CANADA, 1917
McCLELLAND, GOODCHILD & STEWART, LIMITED
TORONTO
PRINTED IN CANADA
TO
MY WAR BRIDE
IN FLANDERS FIELDS
In Flanders fields the poppies grow,
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead, short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunsets glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunsets glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe.
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies blow
In Flanders fields.
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies blow
In Flanders fields.
John MacCrae,
(Lt.-Col.)
(Lt.-Col.)
By permission of the author.