Isaac Rosenberg
Flame out, you glorious
skies,
Welcome, our brave,
Kiss their exultant eyes;
Give what they gave.
Your burning spears;
New days to outflame their
dim
Heroic years.
Thrills their baptismal
tread
The bright proud air;
The embattled plumes
outspread
Burn upwards there.
Song!
Star ring to star,
Strong as our hurt is strong
Our children are.
Their blood is England’s
heart;
By their dead hands
It is their noble part
That England stands.
thee;
They gave back this
To win Eternity
And claim God’s kiss.
—1914