| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Comrades | | By Louise Ayres Garnett |
| | From “Flowers of War”
LAST night I dreamed the Cross of God | |
| Stood rooted deep in Flanders sod, | |
| And wide its open arms were spread | |
| Over the fields of living dead. | |
| Mile upon mile the crosses rose | 5 |
| Shepherding sleep’s supreme repose, | |
| And as I looked they seemed to be | |
| Merged into conquering Calvary. | |
| O Jesus—more than Savior now: | |
| Brother, soldier, captain, Thou!— | 10 |
| Each of Thy comrades of the cross | |
| Treasures the gift that man calls loss. | |
| Oh, what an Easter lies concealed | |
| Beneath the flowers on Flanders Field! | | | | |
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