Poem by John McCrae

The Dead Master

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.

1. Upon Watts’ Picture ”Sic Transit”
2. The Harvest of the Sea
3. Equality
4. Mine Host
5. Eventide

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