If I should die, think only this of me:
\nThat there\u2019s some corner of a foreign field
\nThat is for ever England. There shall be
\nIn that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
\nA dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
\nGave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
\nA body of England\u2019s, breathing English air,
\nWashed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.<\/p>\n
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
\nA pulse in the eternal mind, no less
\nGives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
\nHer sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
\nAnd laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
\nIn hearts at peace, under an English heaven.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
If I should die, think only this of me: That there\u2019s some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam; A body of England\u2019s, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":28,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-63197","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"featured_image_urls":{},"yoast_head":"\n