Hardwicke Drummond Rawnsley Poems

How quietly beneath the quiet sky
These men are sleeping who shall never wake!
But soon the plough, the harrow, and the rake
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I SAW in dream an Empire on its knees;
There on the mount of God, linked hand in hand,
Behold, two mighty angels seemed to stand
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Britain! you with a heart of flame
One as in days gone by,
You who honour your Nelson's name,
How could you hear the word of shame
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I by the lapping of my household fire,
You in the trenches, starved and stiff for cold,
You by fatigue in few days grey and old,
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Nearer the eagles swoop in darkening rings,
Death scents his awful quarry from afar,
While men in millions march to bloody war
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Not since Wren's Dome has whispered with man's prayer
Have angels leaned to wonder out of Heaven
At such uprush of intercession given,
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