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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

Rain has fallen all the day
O come among the laden trees:
The leaves lie thick upon the way Of memories
Staying a little by the way Of memories shall we depart

Old Elm that murmured in our chimney
The sweetest anthem autumn ever
And into mellow whispering calms would
When showers fell on thy many coloured