The Dead Master

By John McCrae

1872-1918


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.

DayPoems Poem No. 1110
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