Anti-war essays, poems, short stories and literary excerpts
Henry Vaughan
From To his retired friend, An Invitation to Brecknock
Come then! and while the slow icicle hangs
At the stiff thatch, and Winter’s frosty pangs
Benumb the year, blithe — as of old — let us
‘Midst noise and war of peace and mirth discuss.
This portion thou wert born for: why should we
Vex at the time’s ridiculous misery?
An age that thus hath fool’d itself, and will
— Spite of thy teeth and mine — persist so still.
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