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| {{quotation|They mingle not with laughing comrades again;<br/> | |||
| ==Preamble== | |||
| They sit no more at familiar tables of home;<br/> | |||
| Section for notices and other matters. | |||
| They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;<br/> | |||
| *I was elected in the ] to a two-year term as an ] (2013 and 2014). I was also an arbitrator for two years in 2009 and 2010. If you have any questions related to arbitration matters, please leave me a talk page message or e-mail me. | |||
| They sleep beyond England's foam.<p> | |||
| But where our desires are and our hopes profound,<br/> | |||
| ==Userspace== | |||
| Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,<br/> | |||
| *], of which the currently most relevant links are: | |||
| To the innermost heart of their own land they are known<br/> | |||
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| As the stars are known to the Night;<p> | |||
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| As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,<br/> | |||
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| Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;<br/> | |||
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| As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,<br/> | |||
| **<small>Technically, I now have ] here as well. | |||
| To the end, to the end, they remain.|excerpted from '']'' by ]}} | |||
| **<small>The account was (presumably by some SUL mechanism) on 2 December 2013.</small> | |||
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Revision as of 00:00, 11 November 2014
Remembrance Day
They mingle not with laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
— excerpted from For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.