_Youth's for an hour,
Beauty's a flower,
But love is the jewel that wins the world._
Youth's for an hour, an' the taste o' life is sweet,
Ailes was a girl that stepped on two bare feet;
In all my days I never seen the one as fair as she,
I'd have lost my life for Ailes, an' she never cared for me.
Beauty's a flower, an' the days o' life are long,
There's little knowin' who may live to sing another song;
For Ailes was the fairest, but another is my wife,
An' Mary--God be good to her!--is all I love in life.
_Youth's for an hour,
Beauty's a flower,
But love is the jewel that wins the world._
_John McCrae_
John McCrae was born in Guelph, Ontario, Canada, in 1872. He was
graduated in arts in 1894 and in medicine in 1898. He finished his
studies at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore and returned to Canada, joining
the staff of the Medical School of McGill University. He was a
lieutenant of artillery in South Africa (1899-1900) and was in charge
of the Medical Division of the McGill Canadian General Hospital during
the World War. After serving two years, he died of pneumonia, January,
1918, his volume _In Flanders Fields_ (1919) appearing posthumously.
Few who read the title poem of his book, possibly the most widely-read
poem produced by the war, realize that it is a perfect rondeau, one of
the loveliest (and strictest) of the French forms.