What troops Of generous boys in happiness thus bred- Saturnians through life's Tempe led, Went from the North and came from the South, With golden mottoes in the mouth, To lie down midway on a bloody bed.

Youth is the time when hearts are large, And stirring wars Appeal to the spirit which appeals in turn To the blade it draws.

But are sailors, frequenters of fiddlers' greens, without vices? No; but less often than with landsmen do their vices, so called, partake of crookedness of hea…

At the height of their madness The night winds pause, Recollecting themselves; But no lull in these wars.

It is a pity that this faithful youth is sacrificed in a hopeless situation.

All of us who served in one war or another know very well that all wars are the glory and the agony of the young.

Our brave young men are dying in the swamps of Southeast Asia. Which of them might have written a poem? Which of them might have cured cancer? Which of them mi…