And the same pallid moon tonight, Which rides so quietly, clear and high, The mirror of our pale and troubled gaze Raised to a cool Canadian sky. Above the shattered Spanish troops Last night rose low and wild and red, Reflecting back from her illumined shield The blood bespattered faces of the dead. To that pale disc we raise our clenched fists, And to those nameless dead our vows renew, “Comrades, who fought for freedom and the future world, Who died for us, we will remember you
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 16:24:59 +0000
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