Mud

"Mud! Mud! Glorious mud! Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood. So, follow me, follow, down to the hollow, And there let us wallow in glorious mud."

"I, too, saw God through mud - The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child."

"Mud and rain and wretchedness and blood. Why should jolly soldier-boys complain? God made these before the roofless Flood - Mud and rain."

"O German mother dreaming by the fire, While you are knitting socks to send your son His face is trodden deeper in the mud."

"Mud is mankind in the moulding, Heaven's mystery unfolding"