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Catalog Number 1938.100.48
Object Name Poem
Accession number 1938.100
Description Poem

Full transcription of text follows:

"In Flanders Fields" In Flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses row on row, that mark our place; and in the sky the larks still bravel singing fly, scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie in Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe, to you from falling 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 grow in Flanders fields. By John McCrae.

"In Flanders Fields" (In memory of John McCrae)

Sleep in peace, ye Flanders dead, while 'twixt the crosses o'er your head the poppies blow, and in the sky, the larks so blithely singing fly, and all is quiet down below. Ye are the dead. In life's full flow we live, feel dawn, see sunset glow, love and are loved, and yet we sigh in Flanders fields. Your quarrel's ended with the foe, we caught the torch you down did throw, we've kept the faith and held it high that not in vain would brave men die, so rest in peace, where poppies grow in Flanders fields.


From the service of Eleanor McGee, American Red Cross nurse at Base Hospital # 23 "The Nouvel" located in Vittel, Vosges, France from 1918-1919 (?).
Date n.d.
Year Range from 1918
Year Range to 1919
Subjects World War I
Poetry