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. — Laurence Binyon Copy Share Image
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. — Laurence Binyon Copy Share Image
We are living in a time of trouble and bewilderment, in a time when none of us can foresee or foretell the future. — Laurence Binyon Copy Share Image
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn At the going… — Laurence Binyon Copy Share Image
We are living in a time of trouble and bewilderment, in a time when none of us can foresee or foretell the future. But… — Laurence Binyon Copy Share Image
Two children, all alone and no one by, Holding their tattered frocks, thro'an airy maze Of motion lightly threaded with nimble feet Dance sedately;… — Laurence Binyon Copy Share Image
