In Flanders Now
We have kept faith, ye Flanders’ dead, Sleep well beneath those poppies red, That mark your place. The torch your dying hands did throw, We’ve held it high before the foe, And answered bitter blow for blow, In Flanders’ fields.
And where your heroes’ blood was spilled, The guns are now forever stilled, And silent grown. There is no moaning of the slain, There is no cry of tortured pain, And blood will never flow again In Flanders’ fields.
Forever holy in our sight Shall be those crosses gleaming white, That guard your sleep. Rest you in peace, the task is done, The fight you left us we have won. And “Peace on Earth” has just begun In Flanders now.
Edna Jaques was a lecturer, author and poet. She was a popular figure throughout Canada. Her poems sometimes depicted the harsh beauty of the Prairies, but above all they celebrated the daily experience of domestic life.
Born in Collingwood, Ontario on January 17, 1891, she moved with her family to a homestead southeast of Moosejaw in 1902. Her education included business college in Vancouver, in 1921 she married Ernest Jamieson, and they had one daughter.