Was It For This The Clay Grew

I Dreamed Kind Jesus Fouled The Big-gun Gears; And Caused A Permanent Stoppage In All Bolts; And Buckled With A Smile Mausers And Colts; And Rusted Every Bayonet With His Tears.

Was It For This The Clay Grew Tall?

When I Begin To Eliminate From The List All Those Professions Which Are Impossible From A Financial Point Of View And Then Those Which I Feel Disinclined To-it Leaves Nothing

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

My Subject Is War, And The Pity Of War.