Don't Send A Poet To London.

If One Has No Heart, One Cannot Write For The Masses.

Glow-worms On The Ground Are Moving, As If In The Torch-dance Circling.

The Gazelles So Gentle And Clever Skip Lightly In Frolicsome Mood.

Every Age Thinks Its Battle The Most Important Of All.

Terrible As Is War, It Yet Displays The Spiritual Grandeur Of Man Daring To Defy His Mightiest Hereditary Enemy--death.