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Amid my books I lived the hurrying years,
    Disdaining kinship with my fellow man;
Alike to me were human smiles and tears,
    I cared not whither Earth's great life-stream ran,
Till as I knelt before my mouldered shrine,
    God made me look into a woman's eyes;
And I, who thought all earthly wisdom mine,
    Knew in a moment that the eternal skies
Were measured but in inches, to the quest
    That lay before me in that mystic gaze.
"Surely I have been errant: it is best
    That I should tread, with men their human ways."
God took the teacher, ere the task was learned,
And to my lonely books again I turned.

 
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About the poet
John McCrae
 
By the same poet
In Flanders Fields
The Anxious Dead
The Warrior
Isandlwana
The Unconquered Dead
The Captain
The Song of the Derelict
Quebec
Then and Now
The Hope of My Heart
Penance
Slumber Songs
The Oldest Drama
Recompense
Mine Host
Equality
Anarchy
Disarmament
The Dead Master
The Harvest of the Sea
The Dying of Pere Pierre
Eventide
Upon Watts' Picture "Sic Transit"
A Song of Comfort
The Pilgrims
The Shadow of the Cross
The Night Cometh
In Due Season
 
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