The Dead Master

John McCrae

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Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime:
To-day around him surges from the silences of Time
A flood of nobler music, like a river deep and broad,
Fit song for heroes gathered in the banquet-hall of God.

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  • sabhutt

    Just came across this beautiful poem by John McCrae. His words are really moving, "Fit song for heroes gathered in the banquet-hall of God." So majestic and deep, really speaks to the soul, ain't it? Great stuff.