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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.'
And 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.