��ENGLAND'S DEAD
(" Make them to be numbered with thy Saints : in glory
everlasting.")
Homeward the long ships leap ; swift-shod with joy, Striding the deep sea-dykes fast home they fare, —
Where is my wedded love ? Where is m^• bov ? Where go the dead that died for England, where?
Homeward the long ships leap ; but not with these Thy boy, thy wedded love, O gentle-eyed
Woman of England, nor far over seas
Mixing with dull earth sleep the dead that died
For England. They, in God's completed aims, Bear each his part ; unseen of bounded sight,
Down the vast firmament there floats and flames, Crested with stars and panoplied in light,
Of strenuous clean souls a long array.
With lambent lance and white, bright, blinding sword, All riding upon horses, — what are they?
They are the dead which died in Christ their Lord
For England, from old time; with God made one, As on the mount the tri{)le vision shone,
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