So Secretly, Like Wrongs Hushed-up, They Went.

And By His Smile, I Knew That Sullen Hall, By His Dead Smile I Knew We Stood In Hell.

Courage Was Mine, And I Had Mystery, Wisdom Was Mine, And I Had Mastery: To Miss The March Of This Retreating World Into Vain Citadels That Are Not Walled.

Happy Are Men Who Yet Before They Are Killed Can Let Their Veins Run Cold.

After All My Years Of Playing Soldiers, And Then Of Reading History, I Have Almost A Mania To Be In The East, To See Fighting, And To Serve.

These Men Are Worth Your Tears. You Are Not Worth Their Merriment.