War Knows No Power. Safe Shall Be

If I Should Die, Think Only This Of Me: That There's Some Corner Of A Foreign Field That Is Forever England. There Shall Be In That Rich Earth A Richer Dust Concealed; A Dust Whom England Bore, Shaped, Made Aware, Gave, Once, Her Flowers To Love, Her Ways To Roam, A Body Of England's, Breathing English Air, Washed By The Rivers, Blest By Suns Of Home.

Yet, Behind The Night, Waits For The Great Unborn, Somewhere Afar, Some White Tremendous Daybreak.

Proud, Then, Clear-eyed And Laughing, Go To Greet Death As A Friend!

Stands The Church Clock At Ten To Three? And Is There Honey Still For Tea?

A Kiss Makes The Heart Young Again And Wipes Out The Years.