by multiple authors, Canadian Poems of the Great War (1918)
“ Shall the broken heart of a mother find comfort and strength this day. Not in the horns and trumpets—but e'en as the mourners kneel, Thus shall a nation whisper: 'Know ye the pride we feel. Ye who have paid our ransom, paid it in blood and tears, Your sons have bought us freedom. Look! They have cleansed the years. And the thing they have bought us is finer than palace or jewels or gold, The right of the weak to flourish as the strong have flourished of old. ”
