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Yes, 'tis the doctrine of materialists, For with the Boche save matter naught exists ; This his belief to-day though History's page Calls him the dreamer of a long-past age ; He changed the subject of his dreams and found He nursed a nightmare when the day came round. When next he dreams may Peace his spirit keep Till wakes his soul as from a dreamless sleep. Does he deserve this ? No. What vessel serves His Lord so well as bear what it deserves ? What rod's so finely fashioned ever to excel ? ...What vessel flawless and unbroken constant leaves the well? 'Tis true, Monsieur, the odour is not fresh In this weird shambles filled with human flesh ; The gashed and bleeding limbs, the muscles torn And hacked with knives ; the quivering members shorn And heaped together show Man's power is great But to destroy, and fruitless to create. These savours to the heavens continual rise Like incense foul from horrid sacrifice ; THE EPIC OF LILLE 29 These blood-stained offerings of a surety will Prove to the Prussian Gott acceptable ; The shrinking flesh shorn from the parent limb Will doubtless grateful sweetness yield to him ; Upon the altar he himself upreared The Boche is stricken, thereon drees his weird, And this blood orgy lastly on himself is spent, And Prussian steel becomes the fateful instrument.
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