For The Fallen 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 royalSings sorrow up into immortal spheres.There is music in the midst of desolationAnd a glory…

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