{"id":72,"date":"2006-11-11T10:39:30","date_gmt":"2006-11-11T09:39:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.alexsuze.com\/blog\/?p=72"},"modified":"2006-11-11T10:45:11","modified_gmt":"2006-11-11T09:45:11","slug":"for-the-fallen-%e2%80%93-laurence-binyon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alexsuze.com\/?p=72","title":{"rendered":"For The Fallen &#8211; Laurence Binyon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img title=\"Poppy\" alt=\"Poppy\" src=\"http:\/\/alexsuze.com\/blog\/images\/poppy.jpg\" align=\"left\" \/><\/p>\n<p>With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,<br \/>\nEngland mourns for her dead across the sea.<br \/>\nFlesh of her flesh they were, spirit of spirit,<br \/>\nFallen in the cause of the free.<\/p>\n<p>Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal<br \/>\nSings sorrow up into immortal spheres.<br \/>\nThere is music in the midst of desolation<br \/>\nAnd a glory that shines upon our tears.<\/p>\n<p>They went with songs to the battle, they were young,<br \/>\nStraight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.<br \/>\nThey were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,<br \/>\nThey fell with their faces to the foe.<\/p>\n<p>They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;<br \/>\nAge shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.<br \/>\nAt the going down of the sun and in the morning<br \/>\nWe will remember them.<\/p>\n<p>They mingle not with laughing comrades again;<br \/>\nThey sit no more at familiar tables of home;<br \/>\nThey have no lot in our labour of the day-time;<br \/>\nThey sleep beyond England&#8217;s foam.<\/p>\n<p>But where our desires are and our hopes profound,<br \/>\nFelt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,<br \/>\nTo the innermost heart of their own land they are known<br \/>\nAs the stars are known to the Night;<\/p>\n<p>As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,<br \/>\nMoving in marches upon the heavenly plain,<br \/>\nAs the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,<br \/>\nTo the end, to the end, they remain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of spirit, Fallen in the cause of &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/alexsuze.com\/?p=72\" class=\"more-link\">Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alexsuze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alexsuze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alexsuze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alexsuze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alexsuze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=72"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/alexsuze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alexsuze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=72"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alexsuze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=72"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alexsuze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=72"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}