John McCrae, physician, soldier, and poet, died in Francea Lieutenant-Colonel with the Canadian forces.
The poem which gives this collection of his lovely verse its name
has been extensively reprinted, and received with unusual enthusiasm.
The volume contains, as well, a striking essay in character
by his friend, Sir Andrew Macphail.
"In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely 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."
