I War Not With The

And Woe Succeeds Woe.

Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To The Grave.

You, Why Are You So Afraid Of War And Slaughter? Even If All The Rest Of Us Drop And Die Around You, Grappling For The Ships, You’d Run No Risk Of Death: You Lack The Heart To Last It Out In Combat—coward!

In Saffron-colored Mantle From The Tides Of Oceans Rose The Morning To Bright Light To Gods And Men.

I Hate To Tell Again A Tale Once Fully Told.