Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve! br Not one of these poor men who died br But did within his soul believe br That death for thee was glorified. br br Ever they watched it hovering near br That mystery 'yond thought to plumb, br Perchance sometimes in loathèd fear br They heard cold Danger whisper, Come! -- br br Heard and obeyed. O, if thou weep br Such courage and honour, beauty, care, br Be it for joy that those who sleep br Only thy joy could share.