Elegy In a Country Churchyard

Here's a short poem by G. K. Chesterton The men that worked for England They have their graves at home; The bees and birds of England About the cross can roam. But they who fought for England, Following a falling star, Alas, alas for England, They have their graves afar. And they that rule in England, In stately conclave met, Alas, alas for England, They have no graves as yet.