The Dead Heroes

Flame out, you glorious skies,Welcome our brave;Kiss their exultant eyes;Give what they gave.

Flash, mailed seraphim,Your burning spears;New days to outflame their dimHeroic years.

Thrills their baptismal treadThe bright proud air;The embattled plumes outspreadBurn upwards there.

Flame out, flame out, O Song!Star ring to star;Strong as our hurt is strongOur children are.

Their blood is England's heart;By their dead handsIt is their noble partThat England stands.

England—Time gave them thee;They gave back thisTo win EternityAnd claim God's kiss.