57368: The Dead Heroes

Flame out, you glorious
skies,
Welcome our brave,
Kiss their exultant eyes;
Give what they gave.
Flash, maild seraphim,
Your burning spears;
New days to outflame their
dim
Heroic years.
Thrills their baptismal tread
The bright proud air;
The embattled plumes out-
spread
Burn upwards there.
Flame out, flame out, O
Song!
Star ring to star,
Strong as our hurt is strong
Our children are.
Their blood is England's
heart;
By their dead hands
It is their noble part
That England stands.
England---Time gave them
thee;
They gave back this
To win Eternity
And claim God's kiss.