I was angry with my friend
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
-- William Blake, Songs of Experience, A Poison Tree
We have gathered here today to pay final respects to our honored dead.
And yet it should be noted in the midst of our sorrow, this death takes
place in the shadow of a new light, the sunrise of a new world, a world
that our beloved comrade gave his life to protect and nourish....
