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��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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