Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Must say goodbye to all of this!

At 23 and just before he was killed in WWI, Wm. Hodgson wrote:
            “I, that on my familiar hill
             Saw with uncomprehending eyes
            A hundred of Thy sunsets spill
            Their fresh and sanguine sacrifice,
            Ere the sun swings his noonday sword
            Must say goodbye to all of this!
            By all delights that I shall miss,
            Help me to die, O Lord.
And an incomprehensible number to young men didn’t die in WWI, this about this too-  58,000 horses bit the mud and dust.  Oh Lord!