May this day’s triumph ne’r be sorrow’s friend
Such ‘membrance be our dearest lost in war
Heroes gone would still thine own lives defend
As torment shakes this mighty land once more
The crow doth sing a potent song of woe
As barren plague upon this house doth bare
Death’s dominion o’er flesh like Flanders grow
From ancient time till time no burden spare
Love be that thou may breathe a noble sigh
Vict’ries and loss brag not of glories found
Atop ornate graves the same bloom doth die
Nature’s veins stream from battle-weary ground
Freedom rings and in that moment doth sound
Our lives intertwined soul to soul are bound.