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Rh We told that boy when he marched away that he was fighting a war to end all wars. He fell, believing; and we have buried him and carved an inscription over his tomb.

But the real inscription will not be written on any stone; it will stand in the dictionaries of the future. Only by writing it thus can the world keep faith with the long sad procession of its unknown heroes whom it has lied to and cheated and fooled.

This will be the inscription:

WAR

AN ARMED CONTEST BETWEEN NATIONS—

NOW OBSOLETE

UNKNOWN

MAY NIGHT

BY WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD

are the twilight heavens above the hill,

A yellow half-moon 's high within the blue,

And rosy May-night clouds are soft and still,

And all the world beside is shut from view.

The plum-trees, whitening buds and greening shoots,

Close in the dusky cottage; and beyond

The wood-thrush in the hazel-thicket flutes,

And frogs are croaking in the unseen pond.