Lace in the thought that he You mourn was called by God to such High dignity. BLINDED! You that still have your sight, Remember me!-- I risked my
life, I lost my eyes, That you might see. Now in the dark
I go, That you have light.
Yours, all the joy of day, I have but night. Yours still, the faces dear, The fields, the sky. For me--ah me!--there's nought But this black misery! In this unending night, I can but see What once

I saw, and fain Would see again. O, midnight of black pain! Come,
Comrade Death, Come quick, and set me free, And give me back my eyes again! * * * * * Nay then, Christ's vicar, You who bear our pain, Ours be it now to see Your dark days lighted, And your way made plain. SAID THE WOUNDED ONE:-- Just see that we get full value Of that for which we have paid. The price has been a heavy one, But the
goods are there--and _we've paid-. We've paid in our toil and our woundings; We've paid in the blood we've shed; We've paid in our bitter hardships;
We've paid with our many dead. It's not payment in kind we ask for, Two wrongs
don't make much of a right. All we ask is--that, what we
have paid for, You secure for us, all right and tight. The Peace of the World's what we're after; We've all had enough of King Cain, And the Kaiser

and all his bully-men, With their World-Power big on the brain.

No!--we fought with a definite object, And it's this--and we want it made plain,-- That it'