OUR CROSSES

In Flanders Field our crosses stood
In World War Number One;
But now they are in every land
Beneath the setting sun.
From Greenland's icy mountain
to India's coral strand,
In row on row - in sacred ground -
Those silent crosses stand.
If they could speak for those
Who sleep so peacefully below,
With gratitude and reverence
We'd bow our heads, I know;
For not one Mother's son of them
Gave less than of his best,
That we who tarry here at home
May some day have a rest
From greed, and lust, and war,
And pain of severed family ties;
And find again the deep content
That in a world - peace lies.
Our Crosses are in every land -
God grant that they may be
The symbol for all time to come
OF FREED HUMANITY!