"We have found safety with all things
undying
The winds, and morning, tears of men and
mirth,
The deep night, and birds singing, and
clouds flying,
And sleep,and freedom, and the autumnal
earth,
We have built a house which is not for
Time's throwing,
We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for
ever,
War knows no power. Safe shall be my going,
Secretly armed against all death's endeavor;
Safe though all safety's lost; safe where
men fall
And if these poor limbs die, safest of
all"
Rupert Brooke, “Safety”
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