Young Men's Minds Are Always Changeable, But

Beware The Toils Of War ... The Mesh Of The Huge Dragnet Sweeping Up The World.

Insignificant Mortals, Who Are As Leaves Are, And Now Flourish And Grow Warm With Life, And Feed On What The Ground Gives, But Then Again Fade Away And Are Dead.

It's About Time Trees Were Good For Something, Instead Of Just Standing There Like Jerks!

On These Sands And In The Clefts Of The Rocks, In The Depths Of The Sea, In The Creaking Of The Pines, You'll Spy Secret Footprints And Catch Far-off Voices From The Homecoming Celebration. This Land Still Longs For Odysseus.

And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good Repay?