The Soul Of This Man Is His

O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

We Will Have Rings And Things And Fine Array

Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

Fight Valiantly To-day; And Yet I Do Thee Wrong To Mind Thee Of It, For Thou Art Framed Of The Firm Truth Of Valor.

Men Must Endure Their Going Hence, Even As Their Coming Hither. Ripeness Is All.