The final stanza exhorts the reader to "take up our quarrel with the foe" and to catch the torch passed by failing hands, on fear of the restless sleep of the dead.
The final stanza exhorts the reader to "take up our quarrel with the foe" and to catch the torch passed by failing hands, on fear of the restless sleep of the dead. Those dead are described in the second stanza as having "lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow." For 10 points--name this 1915 John McCrae poem whose first stanza describes a place where "the poppies blow/Between the crosses row by row."
The final stanza exhorts the reader to "take up our quarrel with the foe" and to catch the torch passed by failing hands, on fear of the restless sleep of the dead.
{"In Flanders Fields"}