Night before Wreath of Respect The Wreath of Respect will leave Mid Wales 7.00am and will start its journey of Respect. Thank you all for your support and help we are so deeply honoured and proud. We did not know, how to say, see you all in the morning and please ride safe and feel proud, because we are so proud of you all in what ever way you will be supporting over the next 8 days and into the future, please ride safe and feel proud. We could not think of a better way for our last few words for tonight The Fallen By Robert Laurence Binyon With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres. There is music in the midst of desolation And 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 morning We will remember them. They mingle not with their 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 Englands 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 known As 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.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 21:15:54 +0000
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