Good night; ensured release,
Imperishable peace,
Have these for yours.
While sky and sea and land
And earth’s foundations stand
And heaven endures.

He shall have a noble memory.

When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!

True is it that we have seen better days.