John McCrae

Upon Watts' Picture "Sic Transit"

"What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have."

But yesterday the tourney, all the eager joy of life,
    The waving of the banners, and the rattle of the spears,
The clash of sword and harness, and the madness of the strife;
    To-night begin the silence and the peace of endless years.

                    (One sings within.)

But yesterday the glory and the prize,
    And best of all, to lay it at her feet,
To find my guerdon in her speaking eyes:
    I grudge them not, — they pass, albeit sweet.

The ring of spears, the winning of the fight,
    The careless song, the cup, the love of friends,
The earth in spring — to live, to feel the light —
    'Twas good the while it lasted: here it ends.

Remain the well-wrought deed in honour done,
    The dole for Christ's dear sake, the words that fall
In kindliness upon some outcast one, —
    They seemed so little: now they are my All.

About the poet
John McCrae
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In Flanders Fields
The Anxious Dead
The Warrior
The Unconquered Dead
The Captain
The Song of the Derelict
Then and Now
The Hope of My Heart
Slumber Songs
The Oldest Drama
Mine Host
The Dead Master
The Harvest of the Sea
The Dying of Pere Pierre
A Song of Comfort
The Pilgrims
The Shadow of the Cross
The Night Cometh
In Due Season
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