I, too, saw God through mud

I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry?

Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.

Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.

All a poet can do today is warn.

My subject is war, and the pity of war.

I, too, saw God through mud