We too should make ourselves empty, that the great soul of the universe may fill us with its breath.

They shall not grow 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.

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.

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, / England mourns for her dead across the sea.

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

Breath is the finest gift of nature. Be grateful for this wonderful gift.