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    To fallen soldiers let us sing,
    Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing,
    Our broken brothers let us bring
    To the Mansions of the Lord.

    No more weeping, no more fight,
    No friends bleeding through the night,
    Just Divine embrace, Eternal light,
    In the Mansions of the Lord.

    Where no mothers cry and no children weep,
    We shall stand and guard though angels sleep,
    All through the ages let us keep,
    The Mansions of the Lord.

    From We Were Soldiers...for my brothers.
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    To fallen soldiers let us sing,
    Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing,
    Our broken brothers let us bring
    To the Mansions of the Lord.

    No more weeping, no more fight,
    No friends bleeding through the night,
    Just Divine embrace, Eternal light,
    In the Mansions of the Lord.

    Where no mothers cry and no children weep,
    We shall stand and guard though angels sleep,
    All through the ages let us keep,
    The Mansions of the Lord.

    From We Were Soldiers...for my brothers.

    In Flanders Fields


    The first chapter of In Flanders Fields and Other Poems (a 1919 collection of poems by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae) gives the text of the poem as follows:

    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    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.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing 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.

    "We Shall Keep the Faith" is a poem penned by Moina Michael in November 1918. She received inspiration for this poem from In Flanders Fields.The "poppy red" refers to Papaver rhoeas.

    "We Shall Keep the Faith"

    Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
    Sleep sweet - to rise anew!
    We caught the torch you threw
    And holding high, we keep the Faith
    With All who died.

    We cherish, too, the poppy red
    That grows on fields where valor led;
    It seems to signal to the skies
    That blood of heroes never dies,
    But lends a lustre to the red
    Of the flower that blooms above the dead
    In Flanders Fields.

    And now the Torch and Poppy Red
    We wear in honor of our dead.
    Fear not that ye have died for naught;
    We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought
    In Flanders Fields.
    In Flanders Fields we fought
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