Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime: <br />To-day around him surges from the silences of Time <br />A flood of nobler music, like a river deep and broad, <br />Fit song for heroes gathered in the banquet-hall of God.<br /><br />John McCrae<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dead-master/
