With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
by Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
Please take time out today to give thanks to those who have served our country, and those who are still serving. Please take time to remember and mourn those who never returned.
Lest We Forget
- Rare handwritten copy of Lawrence Binyon’s Ode of Remembrance set to fetch £8,000 at auction (dailymail.co.uk)
- Age did weary them, but they fought anyway… (relativelyfrank.wordpress.com)
- A Fallen Angle (pb2chaos.wordpress.com)
- SPECIAL HONOR: Fallen Soldier Remembered (whotv.com)
- Most famous war poem – For the Fallen – for sale at Bonhams. They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old… (warhistoryonline.com)
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