O noble youth that held our honour in keeping, <br />And bore it sacred through the battle flame, <br />How shall we give full measure of acclaim <br />To thy sharp labour, thy immortal reaping? <br />For though we sowed with doubtful hands, half sleeping, <br />Thou in thy vivid pride hast reaped a nation, <br />And brought it in with shouts and exultation, <br />With drums and trumpets, with flags flashing and leaping. <br /> <br />Let us bring pungent wreaths of balsam, and tender <br />Tendrils of wild-flowers, lovelier for thy daring, <br />And deck a sylvan shrine, where the maple parts <br />The moonlight, with lilac bloom, and the splendour <br />Of suns unwearied; all unwithered, wearing <br />Thy valor stainless in our heart of hearts.<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-canadian-lad-killed-in-the-war/
