Down, secure in conscious
Purity. Avoid so far as
Possible the capital of
A republic, and the
Blessing of yours truly
Will settle down upon
You like—like—a
Hired man.
There are, no doubt, some little irregularities about this poem, but I scratched it off one night in camp when my chilblains were hurting me and itching so that I had to write a poem or swear a good deal.
We have not seen anything as yet to shoot at.