The Soldier by Rupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
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And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
It doesn't get any better than that!
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wow beautiful , I had never heard of this writer before .Under an English heaven? oh right I think I did hear somewhere that god is English .I linked here looking for a certain dog .I saw that the largest dog is from USA but I remember another harlequin GDane from England once had that honour and he was a lot prettier .That's why I wandered in here .I'll check back in again sometime it's nice in here .well I'm off to see about a horse , well a dog as big as one anyway.
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