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Show - in w THE POOR LITTLE GUY While tho legions aro locked on the dead Hue, While tho dreadnoughts aro gloom-lug gloom-lug tho seas, Whllo horrors of rumor and headline Give a tang to an evening of ease. Let us kneel in the dust of all faction Let us pray, to tho Peace from on high For a small, unspectacular fraction The poor little guy! In tho fangs of tho tangling wire Ho slips in tho sllmo of the dead: Ho blinks at 4ho spumo of tho flro And tho sceam of tho stream of lend; And yot ho knew nought of tho plotting; "And nought can ho profit thereby; But his is tho dying nnd rotting The poor little guy. Let us pray for his kino In tho stable, For his ok nnd his ass and hlBHWIno For Mils chair nnd his pinto on tho tnblo, For his coinlleld and orchard and vino, I Por tho tilth where tho women are I 1'lylng, For tho bed whero ho never shall Ho, For tho ache that Is worse than the dying Tho poor Httlo guy! . 4 A pitiful pawn of Vienna, "J?1 Of Knlser, of King or of Czar, Ho is pushed to tho pit of Gehenna, To the slide of th0 Great Abattoir. Ilu goes as the walling denial, As tho lnllnito, travailing cry |