Let Me Into The Darkness Again.

The Red Sun Was Pasted In The Sky Like A Wafer.

There Is Nothing- No Life, No Joy, No Pain- There Is Nothing Save Opinion, And Opinion Be Damned.

Let Me Into The Darkness Again.

Do Not Weep, Maiden, For War Is Kind. Because Your Lover Threw Wild Hands Toward The Sky And The Affrighted Steed Ran On Alone, Do Not Weep. War Is Kind. Hoarse, Booming Drums Of The Regiment, Little Souls Who Thirst For Fight, These Men Were Born To Drill And Die. The Unexplained Glory Flies Above Them, Great Is The Battle-god, Great, And His Kingdom -a Field Where A Thousand Corpses Lie. Do Not Weep, Babe, For War Is Kind.

A Singular Disadvantage Of The Sea Lies In The Fact That After Successfully Surmounting One Wave You Discover Another Behind It Just As Important And Just As Nervously Anxious To Do Something Effective In The Way Of Swamping Boats. In A Ten-foot Dinghy One Can Get An Idea Of The Resources Of The Sea In The Line Of Waves That Is Not Probable To The Average Experience, Which Is Never At Sea In A Dinghy.