Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields
See how these names are feted by the waving grass,
And by the streamers of white cloud,
And whispers of wind in the listening sky;
The names of those who in their lives fought for life,
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s center.
Born of the sun, they travelled a short while
towards the sun,
And left the vivid air signed with their honor.
The poem is from I Think Continually of Those Who Were Truly Great by Stephen Spender, the picture is the field where my namesake was executed forty-three years ago today.
The inscription on his grave reads
"In thought, Faith
In deed, Courage
In life, Service
In death, Victory"