If any Question why We Died Tell them because our Father's Lied.
Go softly by that river side Or when you would depart, You'll find its every winding tied; And knotted round your heart.
No one thinks of winter when the grass is green.
What stands if Freedom fail? What dies of England live?
It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening.
At twenty the things for which one does not care a damn should, properly, be many.