In Flanders Fields and Other Poems

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"></SPAN></p> <br/> <h2> The Dying of Pere Pierre </h2> <p>". . . with two other priests; the same night he died,<br/> and was buried by the shores of the lake that bears his name."<br/> Chronicle.<br/></p> <p>"Nay, grieve not that ye can no honour give<br/> To these poor bones that presently must be<br/> But carrion; since I have sought to live<br/> Upon God's earth, as He hath guided me,<br/> I shall not lack! Where would ye have me lie?<br/> High heaven is higher than cathedral nave:<br/> Do men paint chancels fairer than the sky?"<br/> Beside the darkened lake they made his grave,<br/> Below the altar of the hills; and night<br/> Swung incense clouds of mist in creeping lines<br/> That twisted through the tree-trunks, where the light<br/> Groped through the arches of the silent pines:<br/> And he, beside the lonely path he trod,<br/> Lay, tombed in splendour, in the House of God.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />