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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Belleau Hill

Mary Gray

O WINDS that mourn the dead on Belleau Hill,

Cease wailing: blow a trumpet for the free

Who gave their lives for love of liberty.

O wind, shout forth their praise from Belleau Hill!

O stars, shining upon the cross so still

That marks the summit and the battle’s end,

Light up our sky, that we may still defend

The hill he won, and all his hopes fulfil!

O flowers that climb the top of Belleau Hill,

Give to my dead hopes life, and to them bring

The colors of the young returning Spring—

The faith that lives, the love no death can kill!