The Daily Missoulian. [volume] (Missoula, Mont.) 1904-1961, 1918-03-17
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One German poet pictures Jesus
waking field after battle. Gently the
Savior questions the wounded Of all
nations as TO why they have Offered
up their lives in, this mad ORGY. The
dying rrenchman admits that he
sought unhoiy revenge. the English
man was simply the paid dog OF his
matters. the Russian ignorant. dumbly
Obedient OF the lash OF the car. And
then Christ turns to q German lad,
whom he distinguishes by the address:
.Oh. dearest boy The German alone
can plead holy cause, and being in
that favorable position he adds a re-
quest for German victory. Christ sits
Icing on the field. considering, and then
DEPARTS with last promise to the
German boy that his request shall be
granted.
It appears that 1.-THE Father OF all
love, who died, Jesus the Savior. cru
Cited" did make some weak objection
to this avalanche of German hate. In
4 dream He sought out one VIM Ves-
DER, and bade him ''sing not in hate.
but sing in love" Vesper was true
German, and not abashed. He had his
answer ready:
Feigning l did not understand,
quickly took my pen in hand,
And wrote: Oh Lord Of Love, my hate
Is deep as love, and high and great!
] tell Thee truly. eye to eye,
MY hate does all Thy love defy!
And this because, o Holy Dove,
MY hate is born Of purest love.
My Fatherland is nigh to death:
] hate all foes TO my dying breath!
Eye to eye, then Will vesper an
swered Christ, and il is as sumed the
savior. overwhelmed by this outburst
OF German logic, was content to let the
whole matter drop.
Frsneh Poets on Plano
Infinitely Higher.
Thus you have the attitude OF the
representative German poets at the
moment when war broke out over the
world.
And while the German poets were
lost and wandering in this bog OF hate
and fury, what were the Fhench poets
thinking, what were they writing?
They let loose no deep bay OF JOY, as
had their German brethren, to know
that now steel was cleaving skulls,
men were crying to high heaven in
their agony, streams were running red
with human blood. War seemed to
them unnatural and unnecessary. a
relic OF the dark ages, q monster born
in dank German forests. They saw the
peril for what IL was, a highly organ
lied barbarism, a barbarism with an
insatiate appetite for the possessions
III others more favored; a barbarism
that turns to war for it's delight as a
mariner turns to port and home, that
thrills at the clank Of armor. whose
pride mounts with the pile of dead II
rears.
Frsneh See in Hate
Their Chief Hope.
This barbarism was fed by hate. Nor
IN this hate confined to the army; 1t
courses through the blood OF the civil
tans left at home. Maurice Allou quotes
a letter from German mother to her
son at the front urging him to STAY, to
..mow down in droves' the sluggish
Russian brutes. A Russian soldier
finds this missive on the body OF his
foe. and sends it back with the added
line:
Your son Is dead. ! pity you.--
A Russian.
But, to the mind of the French poet
this bitter hate Is the good fortune OF
France.
O, Germany. long live your hate!
II eaunt- eyed sorrow dwell with us.
And hills and plains are desoiate.
And some are dead who fell with US,
It il because our skies and seas.
Our charm and genius To please,
And all that in the world Is right.
And fine and sweet and good and great
Excites your envy, greed and spite.
France is the day and you the night.
Long live, 0 Germany. your hate!
The Supreme eiasphsry
81 German Thought.
For the kaiser's defeat is coming.
that the French poets are very sure