strain:

"Against us stands the world's greatest sham of a nation, the 'English
cousin,' the Judas among the nations, who betrays Germanism for thirty
pieces of silver. Against us stands sensual France, the harlot amongst
the peoples. Against us stands Russia, inwardly rotten, mouldering,
masking its disease under outbursts of brutality. Germany shall be the
Israel of the future. The Germans are guiltless, and from all sides
testimonies are flowing in as to the noble manner in which our troops
conduct the war. We fight--thanks and praise be to God--for the cause of
Jesus within mankind. Verily the Bible is our book. It was given and
assigned to us, which proclaims to mankind salvation or
disaster--according as we will it." [3]

Such quotations could be multiplied not only from German war sermons, but
from some that have been preached in England and America as well.[4] The
Archbishop of Canterbury says: "I get letters in which I am urged to see
to it that we insist upon 'reprisals, swift, bloody and unrelenting. Let
gutters run with German blood. Let us smash to pulp the German old men,
women and children,' and so on." [5]

Here is Henri de Regnier's song of hate from France:

"I swear to cherish in my heart this hate
Till my last heart-throb wanes;
So may the sacred venom of my blood
Mingle and charge my veins!

May there pass never from my darkened brow
The furrows hate has worn!
May they plough deeper in my flesh, to mark
The outrage I have borne!

By towns in flames, by my fair fields laid waste,
By hostages undone,
By cries of murdered women and of babes,
By each dead warrior son, . . .

I take my oath of hatred and of wrath
Before God, and before
The holy waters of the Marne and Aisne,
Still ruddy with French gore;

And fix my eyes upon immortal Rheims,
Burning from nave to porch,
Lest I forget, lest I forget who lit
The sacrilegious torch!"

A poem recently written by an "Unbeliever" represents all the churches,
Catholic and Protestant, Lutheran and Reformed, of the enemy and of the
Allies, at last united in one message, which furnishes the recurring
refrain of the poem, "In Jesus' Name go forth and slay."

With two-thirds of the world, representing more than twenty nations,
already dragged into the widening vortex of the present war; with more
than five millions of the finest youth of Europe already slaughtered on
the