General George S Patton Jnr
General George S Patton Jnr Poems
|4.||A Soldier's Burial||9/20/2010|
|5.||As Head Of The Division Of Provision For Revision||9/20/2010|
|8.||A Soldier's Prayer||9/20/2010|
|9.||The Moon And The Dead||9/20/2010|
|11.||Peace -- November 11, 1918||9/20/2010|
|12.||To Our First Dead||9/20/2010|
|14.||God Of Battles||9/20/2010|
|15.||Marching In Mexico||9/20/2010|
|16.||Mercenary's Song (Ad 1600)||9/20/2010|
|17.||Through A Glass Darkly,||9/20/2010|
Through A Glass Darkly,
Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet I've called His name in blessing
When in after times I died.
Through the travail of the ages
Midst the pomp and toil of war
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.
I have sinned and I have suffered
Played the hero and the knave
Fought for belly, shame or country
And for each have found a grave.
So as through a glass and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names - but always me.
So forever in the ...
A Soldier's Burial
Not midst the chanting of the Requiem Hymn,
Nor with the solemn ritual of prayer,
Neath misty shadows from the oriel glass,
And dreamy perfume of the incensed air
Was he interred;