We will remember them.
The beautiful interior of Sydney's Anzac Memorial, The Hall of Memory, creates a solemn space of remembrance for those lost in war. Nearby in the Hall of Silence a fallen warrior lies dead upon his shield. www.flickr.com/photos/luminosity7/52843875085/in/album-72...
For the Fallen by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
This was first published on September 21, 1914 as news spread of the terrible losses already experienced on the Western Front in France. Less than a year later on April 25, 1915, Australian and New Zealand forces landed on the beaches of Gallipoli in Turkey in what was to be a prolonged and fruitless military exercise.
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 glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, 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 daytime,
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires and 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 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.
The fourth stanza is known as The Ode and is recited every Anzac Day in Australia and New Zealand.
We will remember them.
The beautiful interior of Sydney's Anzac Memorial, The Hall of Memory, creates a solemn space of remembrance for those lost in war. Nearby in the Hall of Silence a fallen warrior lies dead upon his shield. www.flickr.com/photos/luminosity7/52843875085/in/album-72...
For the Fallen by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
This was first published on September 21, 1914 as news spread of the terrible losses already experienced on the Western Front in France. Less than a year later on April 25, 1915, Australian and New Zealand forces landed on the beaches of Gallipoli in Turkey in what was to be a prolonged and fruitless military exercise.
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 glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, 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 daytime,
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires and 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 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.
The fourth stanza is known as The Ode and is recited every Anzac Day in Australia and New Zealand.