Unknown Story

Updated: 10/28/2020
Unknown Story

Storyboard Text

  • If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a foreign fieldThat is for ever England.
  • In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;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, Washed 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 by 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.