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.
Grant eternal rest, O Lord, and light perpetual shine upon them.
EF Miller, 2nd Lancs Fus † 12 October 1916, The Somme
Thursday, 11 November 2010
The debt we owe
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.
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.
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Poignant words, their suffering seems incomprehensible now.
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