recollections, such as came to him 'On Passing Oxford in a Troop Train':
...Away with memories? Yet there 's one
I fain would keep till life be done;
No pining for a vanished bliss
Which once we had but now we miss—
Such is the comfort of the weak;
The strong another solace seek;
New circumstance alone can bring
Fresh outlook and imagining.
So that dear mother of the soul
Who found us sick and made us whole
Restrained not but enjoined the quest
Of Truth until the final rest,
And hinted that the search might be
The object of eternity;
That in defiance and in hope
Alone may lie the means to cope
With what life brings of ill; that naught
Is failure but despairing thought.
Him who remembers this the years
Can bring no too triumphant fears
Nor the stern future's gaze appal,
Mysterious-eyed, inimical.
War could have no possible attractions for a man of his intellectual aims and gracious personal character. 'When he entered the Army he sacrificed all his joy of life in the world of intellectual pursuits,' but the great mood in which
