The Dead Heroes

Flame out, you glorious skies, Welcome our brave; Kiss their exultant eyes; Give what they gave. Flash, mailed seraphim, Your burning spears; New days to outflame their dim Heroic years. Thrills their baptismal tread The bright proud air; The embattled plumes outspread 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.