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Show i AT THE PEACE TABLE By Edgar A. Guest. Who shall sit at the table, then, when the terms of peace are made The wisest men of the troubled lands in their silver and gold brocade? Yes, they shall gather in solemn state - to speak for each living race, But who shall speak for the unseen dead that shall come to the council Tho you see them not and you hear them not, they shall sit at the table, They shall throng the room where the peace is made and know what it is you do; The innocent dead from the sea shall rise to stand at the wise man's side, And over his shoulder a boy shall look , a boy that was crucified. You may guard the doors of that council coun-cil hall with barriers strong and stout, But the dead unbidden shall enter there, and never you'll shut them And the man that died in the open boat, and the babes that suffered worse, Shall sit at the tablo when peace is made by the side of a martyred nurse. You may see them not, buthey'll all be there; when they speak you may fail to hear; You may think that you're making f your pacts alone, but 'their spirits T will hover near; Aild whatever the terms of the peace you make with the tyrant whose hands are red, You must please not only the living here, but must satisfy your dead. ) |