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lirik lagu bart wolffe - 1914

now, god be thanked who has matched us with his hour
and caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping
with hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power
to turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping
glad from a world grown old and cold and weary
leave the sick hearts that honour could not move
and half~men, and their dirty songs and dreary
and all the little emptiness of love!
oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there
where there’s no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending
naught broken save this body, lost but breath;
nothing to shake the laughing heart’s long peace there
but only agony, and that has ending;
and the worst friend and enemy is but death

dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
he who has found our hid security
assured in the dark tides of the world that rest
and heard our word, ‘who is so safe as we?’
we have found safety with all things undying
the winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth
the deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying
and sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth
we have built a house that is not for time’s throwing
we have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever
war knows no power. safe shall be my going
secretly armed against all death’s endeavour;
safe though all safety’s lost; safe where men fall;
and if these poor limbs die, safest of all
blow out, you bugles, over the rich dead!
there’s none of these so lonely and poor of old
but, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold
these laid the world away; poured out the red
sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be
of work and joy, and that unhoped serene
that men call age; and those who would have been
their sons, they gave, their immortality
blow, bugles, blow! they brought us, for our dearth
holiness, lacked so long, and love, and pain
honour has come back, as a king, to earth
and paid his subjects with a royal wage;
and n0bleness walks in our ways again;
and we have come into our heritage

these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth
the years had given them kindness. dawn was theirs
and sunset, and the colours of the earth
these had seen movement, and heard music; known
slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
touched flowers and furs and cheeks. all this is ended
there are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
and lit by the rich skies, all day. and after
frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
and wandering loveliness. he leaves a white
unbroken glory, a gathered radiance
a width, a shining peace, under the night
if i should die, think only this of me:
that there’s some corner of a foreign field
that is for ever england. there shall be
in that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
a dust whom england bore, shaped, made aware
gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam
a body of england’s, breathing english air
washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home
and think, this heart, all evil shed away
a pulse in the eternal mind, no less
gives somewhere back the thoughts by england given;
her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
and laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness
in hearts at peace, under an english heaven

- lirik lagu bart wolffe

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