For The Fallen...
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 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....
Lawrence Binyon 1914
At A Calvary Near The Ancre
One ever hangs where shelled roads part.
In this war He too lost a limb,
But His disciples hide apart;
And now the Soldiers bear with Him.
Near Golgotha strolls many a priest,
And in their faces there is pride
That they were flesh-marked by the Beast
By whom the gentle Christ's denied.
The scribes on all the people shove
And bawl allegiance to the state,
But they who love the greater love
Lay down their life; they do not hate.
Wilfrid Owen 1916
De profundis clamavi ad te Domine: Domine exaudi vocem meam.
Fiant aures tuae intendentes in vocem deprecationis meae.
Si iniquitates observaveris Domine: Domine quis sustinebit.
Quia apud te propitiatio est: et propter legem tuam sustinui te Domine.
Sustinuit anima mea in verbo ejus: speravit anima mea in Domino.
A custodia matutina usque ad noctem, speret Israel in Domino.
Quia apud Dominum misericordia: et copiosa apud eum redemptio.
Et Ipse redimet Israel ex omnibus iniquitatibus ejus.
Psalm 129 (De Profundis)
|St Martin, a military Tribune and high officer in the Roman imperial army,|
cuts his imperial officer's mantle to provide covering for the beggar
who is later revealed to be our Lord Himself