Goodbye England's rose,
May you ever grow in our hearts.
You were the grace that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart. You called out to our country,
And you whispered to those in pain.
Now you belong to Heaven,
And the stars spell out your name. And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind,
Never fading with the sunset,
When the rain set in.

If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust conceal’d;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air. Wash’d by the rivers, blest by suns of home.And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends, and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Forget all feuds, and shed one English tear
O'er English dust. A broken heart lies here.