The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke
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 the 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.
Remembering all the service men and women,of this Great Britain, both past and present and all their families on this remembrance day, whose courage ,bravery and dedication are a lesson to us all.
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