FOR THE FALLEN

Marlborough Express, Volume LI, Issue 152, 29 June 1917, Page 3

FOR THE FALLEN

The* Spectator speaks of the follow-. ing lines by Laurence Binyon. as the; finest war verses yet written. They fire a fine tribute to pur boys who, lie in a foreign strand. We give the whole of the verses, though the last four are those usually quoted. 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 pongs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true, of eye, steady and aglow.. They were staunch to the end against odds -uncounted; . j They fell with their face to the foe. j They shall not grow, as we who are 'left grow old; ■'.<•'• Age shall not weary them, nor years condemn. • ' , ] At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing ; comrades again: 1 They sit no more at familiar tables at | home: , ' They have no lot in our labor of the day time; , j They sleep beyond England's foam. i But where our desires are and our . hopes, profound, . , • ! Felfc as, a well-spring that is hidden from sight, ■ ! To t'lie inuermost heart of their own land they are known,. ; j As thf. stars are. known to the night. •:' As the stars shall be bright when we are dust; • Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain. ■ '■' As the stars, that are starry in the ti-Htevof our ditrkness, .■-:■".; ""■'. To thef efl^, to the eiid, they' remain.; ■