Victor in noble strife,
Doth consecrate a Poilu's tomb
To those who saved her life!

Brave son without a name,
Your country calls you home,
To rest among her heirs of fame,
Beneath the Pantheon's dome!

Now from the height of Heaven,
The souls of heroes look;
Their names, ungraven on this stone,
Are written in God's book.

Women of France, who mourn
Your dead in unmarked ground,
Come hither! Here the man you loved
In the heart of France is found!




IN PRAISE OF POETS



MOTHER EARTH


Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed,