All's Well! (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 edition. Excerpt: ...ever born In agony. So--comfort to the stricken heart Take solace 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, BLINDED (continued) 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's God, and not any devil, That's to rule in the world again. OUR SHARE And we ourselves? Are our hands clean? Are our souls free from blame For this world-tragedy? Nay then Like all the rest, We had relaxed our hold on higher things, And satisfied ourselves with smaller. Ease, pleasure,