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"Dulce et decorum est"
The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, / But not of war it sings to-day. / The road is rhythmic with the feet / Of men-at-arms who come to pray.
The roses blossom white and red / On tombs where weary soldiers lie; / Flags wave above the honoured dead / And martial music cleaves the sky.
Above their wreath-strewn graves we kneel, / They kept the faith and fought the fight. / Through flying lead and crimson steel / They plunged for Freedom and the Right.
May we, their grateful children, learn / Their strength, who lie beneath this sod, / Who went through fire and death to earn / At last the accolade of God.
In shining rank on rank arrayed / They march, the legions of the Lord; / He is their Captain unafraid, / The Prince of Peace. Who brought a sword.