Never Fear: Thank Home, And Poetry, And

All The Poet Can Do Today Is Warn. That Is Why True Poets Must Be Truthful.

Never Fear: Thank Home, And Poetry, And The Force Behind Both.

What Passing-bells For These Who Die As Cattle? Only The Monstrous Anger Of The Guns.

Be Bullied, Be Outraged, By Killed, But Do Not Kill.

The Marvel Is That We Did Not All Die Of Cold. As A Matter Of Fact, Only One Of My Party Actually Froze To Death Before He Could Be Got Back, But I Am Not Able To Tell How Many Have Ended Up In Hospital. We Were Marooned In A Frozen Desert. There Was Not A Sign Of Life On The Horizon And A Thousand Signs Of Death.