Alfred Castner King, The Passing of the Storm, and Other Poems
“ Go, slay your neighbors, pillage, sack and burn,But never while the golden sun doth shineBe welcomed home as son and heir of mine.' I felt but little longing to return,And less desire to pillage, sack and burn.And yet,—those cruel orders I must give,No power had I to voice the negative.In commonplace affairs of life, 'tis true,Men may elect to do, or not to do.In military operations, theyHave no alternative, but to obey. ”
