Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep for the dead I loved so well.
Camerado! This is no book; who touches this touches a man.
The work for giants...to serve well the guns!
My call is the call of battle- I nourish active rebellion;/ He going with me must go well armed.
All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.
I say you shall yet find the friend you were looking for.