Today we commemorate the Centenary of the Armistice which brought to an end the First World War. Countless millions died and suffered. Europe was devastated. Soldiers from Africa, Asia, Australia, New Zealand, the Indian sub-continent, Canada and USA gave their lives.
We pray for the repose of the souls of all who died. May they rest in peace. May we too learn from the lessons of our history.
For the Fallen
Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper on 21 September 1914.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
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.