206 BARRY PAIN
��Strange the offerings that you press On the God of Righteousness !
Kaiser, when you'd decorate Sons or friends who serve your State, Not that Iron Cross bestow. But a Cross of Wood, and so — So remind the world that you Have made Calvary anew.
Kaiser, when you'd kneel in prayer Look upon your hands, and there Let that deep and awful stain From the blood of children slain Burn your very soul with shame, Till you dare not breathe that Name That now you glibly advertise — God as one of your allies.
Impious braggart, you forget ; God is not your conscript yet ; You shall learn in dumb amaze That His ways are not your ways, That the mire through which you trod Is not the high white road of God,
To Whom, whichever loay the combat rolls, We, fighting to the end, commend our souls.
— Barry Pain.
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