by Henry Newbolt, Sir (1862 - 1938)

Fare well
Language: English 
Mother, with unbowed head
Hear thou across the sea
The farewell of the dead,
The dead who died for thee.

Greet them again with tender words and grave,
For, saving thee, themselves they could not save.
To keep the house unharmed
Their fathers built so fair,
Deeming endurance armed
Better than brute despair,

They found the secret of the word that saith,
"Service is sweet, for all true life is death."

So greet thou well thy dead
Across the homeless sea,
And be thou comforted
Because they died for thee.

Far off they served, but now their deed is done
For evermore their life and thine are one.

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This text was added to the website: 2008-12-06
Line count: 18
Word count: 108