England Lyrics

England may keep the faith,
For what's been done and said,
We know their dreams enough to know,
They dreamed and they are dead,
Too long, too long a sacrifice,
Can make a cold stone of the heart,
But when will it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part,
To name the name upon the name,
Like a mother names her babe,
When rest at last has come,
On limbs that have run wild,
What is it but nightfall,
Oh no, not night but a death,
And needless death after all.