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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 am currently refocusing on content work (see links below).
			They sleep beyond England's foam.<p>
	*I was an ] for four years (two 2-year terms: 2009-2010 and 2013-2014). If you have any questions related to arbitration matters during those periods, please leave me a talk page message or e-mail me.

			But where our desires are and our hopes profound,<br/>
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			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/>
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			To the end, to the end, they remain.\|excerpted from '']'' by ]}}
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			{{quotation\|It was April we left Lemnos, shining sea and snow-white camp,<br />
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			Passing onward into darkness. Lemnos shone a golden lamp,<br />
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			As a low harp tells of thunder, so the lovely Lemnos air<br />
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			Whispered of the dawn and battle; and we left a comrade there.<p>

			He who sang of dawn and evening, English glades and light of Greece,<br />
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			Changed his dreaming into sleeping, left his sword to rest in peace.<br />
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			Left his visions of the springtime, Holy Grail and Golden Fleece,<br />
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			Took the leave that has no ending, till the waves of Lemnos cease.<p>
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			There will be enough recorders ere this fight of ours be done,<br />
			And the deeds of men made little, swiftly cheapened one by one;<br />
			Bitter loss his golden harpstrings and the treasure of his youth;<br />
			Gallant foe and friend may mourn him, for he sang the knightly truth.<p>

			Joy was his in his clear singing, clean as is the swimmer's joy;<br />
			Strong the wine he drank of battle, fierce as that they poured in Troy.<br />
			Swift the shadows steal from Athos, but his soul was morning-swift,<br />
			Greek and English he made music, caught the cloud-thoughts we let drift.<p>

			Sleep you well, you rainbow comrade, where the wind and light is strong,<br />
			Overhead and high above you, let the lark take up your song.<br />
			Something of your singing lingers, for the men like me who pass,<br />
			Till all singing ends in sighing, in the sighing of the grass.\|'']'' <nowiki>]<nowiki>]</nowiki> by ]}}

			<center>{{quotation\|<small>THE MEN FROM THE SERVICE OF<br />
			THE METROPOLITAN RAILWAY COMPANY<br />
			WHOSE NAMES ARE INSCRIBED BELOW WERE AMONG<br />
			THOSE WHO, AT THE CALL OF KING AND COUNTRY<br />
			LEFT ALL THAT WAS DEAR TO THEM, ENDURED HARDNESS<br />
			FACED DANGER, AND FINALLY PASSED OUT OF SIGHT OF<br />
			MEN BY THE PATH OF DUTY AND SELF-SACRIFICE, GIVING<br />
			UP THEIR OWN LIVES THAT OTHERS MIGHT LIVE IN FREEDOM.</small><br />
			''Let those who come after see to it that their names be not forgotten.''\|inscription on the ] war memorial}}</center>

Revision as of 14:12, 9 November 2019

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,
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.
— excerpted from For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon

It was April we left Lemnos, shining sea and snow-white camp,

Passing onward into darkness. Lemnos shone a golden lamp,
As a low harp tells of thunder, so the lovely Lemnos air

Whispered of the dawn and battle; and we left a comrade there.
He who sang of dawn and evening, English glades and light of Greece,
Changed his dreaming into sleeping, left his sword to rest in peace.
Left his visions of the springtime, Holy Grail and Golden Fleece,
Took the leave that has no ending, till the waves of Lemnos cease.
There will be enough recorders ere this fight of ours be done,
And the deeds of men made little, swiftly cheapened one by one;
Bitter loss his golden harpstrings and the treasure of his youth;
Gallant foe and friend may mourn him, for he sang the knightly truth.
Joy was his in his clear singing, clean as is the swimmer's joy;
Strong the wine he drank of battle, fierce as that they poured in Troy.
Swift the shadows steal from Athos, but his soul was morning-swift,
Greek and English he made music, caught the cloud-thoughts we let drift.
Sleep you well, you rainbow comrade, where the wind and light is strong,
Overhead and high above you, let the lark take up your song.
Something of your singing lingers, for the men like me who pass,
Till all singing ends in sighing, in the sighing of the grass.
— R.B. by Aubrey Herbert

THE MEN FROM THE SERVICE OF

THE METROPOLITAN RAILWAY COMPANY
WHOSE NAMES ARE INSCRIBED BELOW WERE AMONG
THOSE WHO, AT THE CALL OF KING AND COUNTRY
LEFT ALL THAT WAS DEAR TO THEM, ENDURED HARDNESS
FACED DANGER, AND FINALLY PASSED OUT OF SIGHT OF
MEN BY THE PATH OF DUTY AND SELF-SACRIFICE, GIVING
UP THEIR OWN LIVES THAT OTHERS MIGHT LIVE IN FREEDOM.

Let those who come after see to it that their names be not forgotten.
— inscription on the Metropolitan Railway Company war memorial