THEY were the life of English homes: it seems
The victory of Death is very nigh.
Who could have dreamed last June that they would lie
By far Gallipoli or French neighbour streams
Fall'n in the crowning hour when youth redeems
The pledge of boyhood? "None ultimately die
Who die for England," they have made repIy
"We have lived to see the battles of our dreams,î
Death cannot rob them of the soldier's prize
" Self-sacrifice. He is too weak to take
The joy of having given from the eyes,
The light of consecration from the brow
They have laid down their lives for England's sake,
They are the living soul of England now