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 of 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.
Excerpt from "The Soldier" by Rupert Brooke, "England" being in this case and imho a metaphor for the planet.
Rest in peace, Mother Teresa, Lady Diana, and all who would make this world a better place.... |
