drum taps /medicalmuseum/taxonomy/term/14/all en Reconciliation /medicalmuseum/exhibits/warbones/oslerwhitman/poetry04 <p></p><div class="mediaelement-video"><video src="/medicalmuseum/files/medicalmuseum/warbones-poetry-05_reconciliation.mp4" class="mediaelement-formatter-identifier-1729636154-1" controls="controls" height="385" width="640"></video></div><br /> <br /> Word over all, beautiful as the sky,<br /> Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost,<br /> That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil’d world;<br /> For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead,<br /> Mon, 02 Apr 2012 16:41:05 +0000 joan.omalley@mcgill.ca 441 at /medicalmuseum A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown /medicalmuseum/exhibits/warbones/oslerwhitman/poetry05 <p> <br /> <a name="poetry05" id="poetry05"></a></p><div class="mediaelement-video"><video src="/medicalmuseum/files/medicalmuseum/warbones-poetry-01_14-dec.mp4" class="mediaelement-formatter-identifier-1729636154-3" controls="controls" height="385" width="640"></video></div><br /> <br /> A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown,<br /> A route through a heavy wood with muffled steps in the darkness,<br /> Our army fil’d with loss severe, and the sullen remnant retreating,<br /> Till after midnight glimmer upon us in the woods, and halt by the dim-lighted building, Mon, 02 Apr 2012 16:41:05 +0000 joan.omalley@mcgill.ca 445 at /medicalmuseum Dirge for Two Veterans /medicalmuseum/exhibits/warbones/oslerwhitman/poetry03 <p> <br /> </p><div class="mediaelement-video"><video src="/medicalmuseum/files/medicalmuseum/warbones-poetry-02_dirge.mp4" class="mediaelement-formatter-identifier-1729636154-5" controls="controls" height="385" width="640"></video></div><br /> <br /> The last sunbeam<br /> Lightly falls from the finish’d Sabbath,<br /> On the pavement here, and there beyond it is looking,<br /> Down a new-made double grave.<br /> <br /> Lo, the moon ascending,<br /> Up from the east the silvery round moon,<br /> Beautiful over the house-tops, ghastly, phantom moon,<br /> Mon, 02 Apr 2012 16:41:04 +0000 joan.omalley@mcgill.ca 437 at /medicalmuseum Come Up From the Fields Father /medicalmuseum/exhibits/warbones/oslerwhitman/poetry02 <p></p><div class="mediaelement-video"><video src="/medicalmuseum/files/medicalmuseum/warbones-poetry-04_come-up.mp4" class="mediaelement-formatter-identifier-1729636154-7" controls="controls" height="385" width="640"></video></div> Mon, 02 Apr 2012 16:41:03 +0000 joan.omalley@mcgill.ca 414 at /medicalmuseum