Happy Are Men Who Yet Before They

I Tried To Peg Out Soldierly,--no Use! One Dies Of War Like Any Old Disease.

Sweet And Fitting It Is To Die For The Fatherland.

The Old Lie:dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori.

What Passing-bells For These Who Die As Cattle? Only The Monstrous Anger Of The Guns.

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.