Lest We Forget

 

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Laurence Binyon, 1914

Comments

[ColleenB.]

Thanks for sharing Jaydee.

[Kylie]

Thank you for posting this Jaydee. I work at an RSL (Returned Services Leagues) Club and at 6pm every day, the lights are off and the Ode is played. Only the first verse - it is always a sombre moment. I didn't know there were more verses so thanks again for posting this.