Friday, November 11, 2011

Veteran's Day, Lest We Forget


On Anzac Day in Australia I attended dawn memorial services from childhood. This heart- wrenching poem was part of the ceremony, at least the verse in italics, and never fails still to bring me to tears.

Binyon said as to how it came to be written:

"I can't recall the exact date beyond that it was shortly after the retreat. I was set down, out of doors, on a cliff in Polzeath, Cornwall. The stanza "They Shall Grow Not Old" was written first and dictated the rhythmical movement of the whole poem."

The retreat to which he referred was the Battle of Mons in August 1914.


For The Fallen Robert L.Binyon


With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,

England mourns for her dead across the sea.

Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,

Fallen in the cause of the free.


Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal

Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,

There is music in the midst of desolation

And a glory that shines upon our tears.


They went with songs to the battle, they were young,

Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;

They fell with their faces to the foe.


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.


They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;

They sit no more at familiar tables of home;

They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;

They sleep beyond England's foam.


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.


God bless our valiant Military forces and may He have mercy on them and their families.

2 comments:

Cheryl Willis said...

very moving. one of my favorite sayings to add to wedding quilt is "Grow Old With Me, the Best is Yet to Be", when one considers the sacrifice of our vets it brings me to tears that life is often lost before it gets to see the Best.
bless you for sharing. cw

DeanO said...

Awesome poem - Very thought provoking and we have so much to be thankful for. "They shall not grow old" what a sacrifice! Thanks for sharing