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Lest We Forget: A War Anthology, an electronic edition

by H.B. Elliot, ed. [Elliot, H. B.]

date: 1915
source publisher: Jarrold & Sons
collections: World War I, Early 20th Century Literature

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LE JOUR DES MORTS.

THE day of the dead, the day of the dead,
Down on your knees and pray,
For the souls of the living, the souls of the dying,
The souls that have passed away.

And the great bell tolls
For the treasure of souls
Delivered into his hand,
Gabriel, Michael, Uriel, reap
Souls as a measure of sand,
Souls from the restless deep,
Souls from the blood-red land.

The day of the dead, the day of the dead,
Down on your knees and pray,
For the souls of the outcast, despised and rejected,
The heroes and victors to-day.

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And the great bell rings,
And the great bell swings,
As death makes up the number
Of men's lives as grains of sand,
From the decks their bodies cumber,
From the panting shivering land,
From crash and shriek to slumber.

The day of the dead, the day of the dead,
Up on your feet and stand
For the souls of the living, the fighting, the striving,
For the gun and the sword in hand.

And His Transfiguration
Descends on a nation,
And death is a little thing,
And lives as a grain of sand.
Michael, Gabriel Uriel, bring
From the desolate blood-red land,
From the tall ships foundering.

The day of the dead, the day of the dead,
Down on your knees and pray
For the souls of the living, the souls of the dying,
The souls that have passed away.