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Said the Kaiser’s god to the god of the Czar:  ‘Hark, hark, how my people pray. Their faith, methinks, is greater by far Than all the faiths of the others are; They know I will help them slay.’

Said the god of the Czar: ‘My people call In a medley of tongues; they know I will lend my strength to them one and all. Wherever they fight their foes shall fall Like grass where the mowers go.’

Then the god of the Gauls spoke out of a cloud To the god of the King nearby: ‘Our people pray, tho’ they pray not loud; They ask for courage to slaughter a crowd, And to laugh, tho’ themselves may die.’

p. 13And far out into the heart of Space Where a lonely pathway crept, Up over the stars, to a secret place, Where no light shone but the light of His face, Christ covered His eyes and wept.

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p. 14THE GHOSTS

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There was no wind, and yet the air Seemed suddenly astir; There were no forms, and yet all space Seemed thronged with growing hosts. They came from Where, and from Nowhere, Like phantoms as they were; They came from many a land and place—  The ghosts, the ghosts, the ghosts.

And some were white, and some were grey, And some were red as blood— Those ghosts of men who met their death Upon the field of war. Against the skies of fading day, Like banks of cloud they stood; And each wraith asked another wraith,  ‘What were we fighting for?’

p. 15One said, ‘I was my mother’s all; And she was old and blind.’ Another, ‘Back on earth, my wife And week-old baby lie.’ Another, ‘At the bugle’s call, I left my bride behind; Love made so beautiful my life I could not bear to die.’

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In voices like the winds that moan Among pine trees at night, They whispered long, the newly dead, While listening stars came out. ‘We wonder if the cause is known, And if the war was right, That killed us in our prime,’ they said,  ‘And what it was about.’

They came in throngs that filled all space—  Those whispering phantom hosts; They came from many a land 

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