Ah no ; not missing from Love's eyes - Love's eyes that look to that grve - riven land where English dust makes dear the soil of France - Mingling together till the judgement day. Not missing from Rememberence, nor our hearts Where deeds of Loved Ones never die; nor dismissed from Prayer and Thought, from Honour and Regret.

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Ah no; sad heart - they do not die Who cast the red nose of an ancient soul Down in the battle dust, for England's sake, although we greve, fear blinded, to that please Seeking fallen noses, where they lie -- Lo! God has been before and lifted them, and laid them trapled glory on his breast :

They are not Dead or Missing - They are There!

M.H.B.