I'll Get Out Of This City Alive,

It Never Was Our Guise To Slight The Poor, Or Aught Humane Despise.

The Strong Must Protect The Sweet.

Now From His Breast Into The Eyes The Ache Of Longing Mounted, And He Wept At Last, His Dear Wife, Clear And Faithful, In His Arms, Longed For As The Sunwarmed Earth Is Longed For By A Swimmer Spent In Rough Water Where His Ship Went Down Under Poseidon's Blows, Gale Winds And Tons Of Sea. Few Men Can Keep Alive Through A Big Serf To Crawl, Clotted With Brine, On Kindly Beaches In Joy, In Joy, Knowing The Abyss Behind: And So She Too Rejoiced, Her Gaze Upon Her Husband, Her White Arms Round Him Pressed As Though Forever.

Be Strong, Saith My Heart; I Am A Soldier; I Have Seen Worse Sights Than This.

Out Of Sight,out Of Mind