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Show AFTERWARDS. (To the one who made the war.) When tho war's last battle is done, and the smoke has rolled away, And the things that were hidden from sights stand forth in the glare of day; When reason returns to Its place, and you balance accounts again, Tho loss and the gain together, pray, how will it seem to you then7 When everywhere ruin on ruin comes solemnly out to view, And the nations of all tho earth aro pointing the finger at you; When the vision of souls of the slain rises silent as midst of the sea, And they ask you the cause of it all, oh, what will yor answer be? When the records no hand can erase, and the motives all hearts must reveal, Go up to be judged at last fn the Court of Final Appeal, Where only the truth will survive, and every falsehood and fraud Must vanish like chaff in the flame, then, what can you say to God? nn |