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BEFORE those golden altar-lights we stood,

Each one of us remembering his own dead.

A more than earthly beauty seemed to brood

On that hushed throng, and bless each bending head.

Beautiful on that gold, the deep-sea blue

Of those young seamen, ranked on either side,

Blent with the khaki, while the silence grew

Deep, as for wings—Oh, deep as England's pride.

Beautiful on that gold, two banners rose—

Two flags that told how Freedom's realm was made,

One fair with stars of hope, and one that shows

The glorious cross of England's long crusade;

Two flags, now joined, till that high will be done

Which sent them forth to make the whole world one.