"WHEN WE REMEMBERED———"
Think not, far friends, that we forget,
In these red realms of wrack and rue,
The white cliffs round our England set,
The Channel waters white and blue.
In these red realms of wrack and rue,
The white cliffs round our England set,
The Channel waters white and blue.
Think not, that on this smiling plain,
Where, snake-like coiled, the trenches lie,
In dreams we do not see again
Our bleak hills buttressing the sky.
Where, snake-like coiled, the trenches lie,
In dreams we do not see again
Our bleak hills buttressing the sky.
Think not, within the grim, grey lines,
Haunted by gaunt and grimy men,
Comes no cool chaunting of the pines
That guard one well-remembered glen.
Haunted by gaunt and grimy men,
Comes no cool chaunting of the pines
That guard one well-remembered glen.
By black hearths in the broken farm,
Bethink ye we remember not
The fire-glow, welcoming and warm,
Which lights the path to one loved cot?—
Bethink ye we remember not?
Bethink ye we remember not
The fire-glow, welcoming and warm,
Which lights the path to one loved cot?—
Bethink ye we remember not?
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