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Happy Memorial Day

The Dead, a poem by Rupert Brooke, to honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice.

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,       Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,       And sunset, and the colours of the earth. These had seen movement, and heard music; known       Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended; Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;       Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended. There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,       Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white       Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance, A width, a shining peace, under the night.

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