The Coalition of the Swilling

The whole thing is moving, ths.

With proud thanksgiving,
a mother for her children,

England mourns for her dead across the sea.

Flesh of her flesh they were,
spirit of her 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 contemn.

At the going down of the sun
and in the morning

We will remember them.

They mingle not with their 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.

Laurence Binyon - For The Fallen
Apologies for the formatting if its incorrect

Well, the formatting sucks:

This is how it is supposed to read.

Oh it is, Rob! I'd never read it all, but the verses rang a bell. Thank you so much for the valiant effort at posting whole thing. It's just beautiful.

Nothing to add except "Thanks."

Thank you.