THE SOLDIER If I should die, think only this of me. That there’s some corner of a foreign field That is for ever 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 lore, her ways to roam; A body of England's breathing English air. Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness in hearts at peace, under an English heaven. —Rupert Brooke.
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Waikato Times, Volume 126, Issue 21096, 24 April 1940, Page 3
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