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All your broken war-spent heroes, / Lord of War and Grief -- you pay / With a cross of moulded iron, / Hard-wrought iron cold and grey. / On the Somme you grant five thousand / And five thousand at Verdun; / At the dawn of day you count them / And at setting of the sun. / On the trampled fields of Flanders, / On the bitter roads of France, / Where the big guns chant their war-songs, / And the crimson death-lights dance, / There you count the iron crosses / Of such high and far renown, -- - / Grim and grey the men who win them -- / Theirs the cross -- and yours the crown; --
But the little wooden crosses / You have given the peaceful dead, / O the little wooden crosses, / By each young low-lying head, -- / Though the tender grasses hide them, / Or they fall beneath the snows, / Not a cross shall be forgotten, -- / God Himself has counted those.