Edward Verrall Lucas


The Debt

No more, old England, will they see—
Those men who've died for you and me.

So lone and cold they lie; but we,
We still have life; we may still greet
Our pleasant friends in home and street;
We still have life, are able still
To climb the turf of Bignor Hill,
To see the placid sheep go by,

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