The story of the great war . ing in Germany was the phrase God punishEngland. And a chant of hate was written which was sung andrecited with extraordinary demonstrations of approval at publicmeetings and theaters. French and Russian, they matter not,A blow for a blow and a shot for a shot;We love them not, we hate them not,We hold the Weichsel and Vosges-gate,We have but one and only hate,We love as one, we hate as one,We have one foe and one alone. He is known to you all, he is known to you all, He crouches behind the dark gray flood, Full of envy, of rage, of craft, of gall. Cut off by waves
The story of the great war . ing in Germany was the phrase God punishEngland. And a chant of hate was written which was sung andrecited with extraordinary demonstrations of approval at publicmeetings and theaters. French and Russian, they matter not,A blow for a blow and a shot for a shot;We love them not, we hate them not,We hold the Weichsel and Vosges-gate,We have but one and only hate,We love as one, we hate as one,We have one foe and one alone. He is known to you all, he is known to you all, He crouches behind the dark gray flood, Full of envy, of rage, of craft, of gall. Cut off by waves that are thicker than blood. Come let us stand at the Judgment place, An oath to swear to, face to face. An oath of bronze no wind can shake, An oath for our sons and their sons to take. Come, hear the word, repeat the the Fatherland make it will never forego our hate,We have all but a single love as one, we hate as one,We have one foe and one alone —England 1 26 THE STORY OF THE GREAT WAR. Hate : German Illustration for the Song of Hate, Published in Our HoltWar, in 1914 In the Captains Mess, in banquet-hall,Sat feasting the officers, one and a saber-blow, like the swing of a sail,One seized his glass held high to hail; THE LESSON OF PRUSSIAN HISTORY 27 Sharp-snapped like the stroke of a rudders play,Spoke three words only : To the Day ! Whose glass this fate ?They had all but a single was thus known ?They had one foe and one alone —England ! Take you the folk of the Earth in pay,With bars of gold your ramparts lay,Bedeck the ocean with bow on bow,Ye reckon well, but not well enough and Russian they matter not,A blow for a blow, a shot for a shot,We fight the battle with bronze and steel,And the time that is coming Peace will will we hate with a lasting hate,We will never forego our hate,Hate by water and hate by of the head and hate of the hand,Hate of the hammer and hate of tlie
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