Quote by Laurence Robert Binyon, For the

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 the free.Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royalSings sorrow up into immortal spheres.There is music in the midst of desolationAnd a glory that shines upon our tears.They went with songs to the battle, they were young,Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,They fell with their faces to the foe.They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.At the going down of the sun and in the morningWe will remember them.They mingle not with 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.But where our desires are and our hopes profound,Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,To the innermost heart of their own land they are knownAs the stars are known to the Night;As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,To the end, to the end, they remain.written as a reaction to the high casualty rates of the British Expeditionary Force at Mons and Le Cateau

Summary

This quote, written as a reaction to the high casualty rates of the British Expeditionary Force at Mons and Le Cateau, depicts England's pride and gratitude towards the sacrifice of her fallen soldiers. The poem conveys a sense of mourning and solemnity, paying tribute to those young soldiers who valiantly gave their lives for the cause of freedom. It praises their unwavering bravery in the face of adversity and emphasizes that their memory will not fade with time. The quote serves as a reminder to never forget the sacrifices made by those who fought for their country.