By altars old their banners fade
Beneath dear spires; their names are set
In minster aisle, in yew-tree shade:
Their memories fight for England yet.
Let pride with grief go hand in hand,
Sad Love with Patience side by side;
In battle for their lovely land
Not vainly England’s sons have died!
And well may pride this hour befit;
For not since England’s days began
More fiery clear the word was writ:
Who dies for England dies for Man!
Helen Gray Cone.
THE TEMPLE PRESS
LETCHWORTH
ENGLAND
Transcriber’s Notes
Punctuation, hyphenation, and spelling were made consistent when a predominant preference was found in this book; otherwise they were not changed.
Simple typographical errors were corrected.
Ambiguous hyphens at the ends of lines were retained.