Jehovah, God of Battles, up to Date

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: JEHOVAH, GOD OF BATTLES, UP TO DATE THE GERMAN GOD Victory Allegro Energico. Soliloquy by William II on the eve of Palm Sunday, 1918. Scene?The Cabinet de Travail in the Palace at Potsdam. The Kaiser is looking out at the window over the park which darkens under the spring twilight. By his side, on a small...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: JEHOVAH, GOD OF BATTLES, UP TO DATE THE GERMAN GOD Victory Allegro Energico. Soliloquy by William II on the eve of Palm Sunday, 1918. Scene?The Cabinet de Travail in the Palace at Potsdam. The Kaiser is looking out at the window over the park which darkens under the spring twilight. By his side, on a small table, lies an antique sword, Roman, with straight T-shaped handle, and a large Bible with many slips of crimson ribbon inserted in its pages to indicate certain books and texts upon which he has requested memoranda from the Imperial Chaplains and Pastors in order to pick out the text for the victory sermon. Through the closed doors of the Cabinet come, at times, the faint tones of a piano on which some attaches of the Palace are playing. Fragments from the Nibelungen music drama are heard and particularly the Song of the Sword from Siegfried. As the Kaiser's ear catches the Sword Motif he takes his hand from the Bible which he was about to open, beats time on the window pane with his finger and exclaims: JAH, Nothung, Nothung, neidliches Schwert, indeed Jah, Todt lagst du in Trummern dort, too long But now this blade, the German sword's alive, Its motif sounds through all the quickened earth, Its long-time forging true was not in vain. The Master never wrote a better line; Nor more prophetic, though most ears were dull And eyes were blind to what it signified. From Rheingold to the final score the call Thrills every soul who knows his race and name; The German folk, whose ways were e'er of peace, Yet, trained by me, know how to go to war; Sons of the sword, Lords of the flashing blade, Die Falschen shattered as by Siegfried's might, As France, wild for revenge, lured by the lies, The lies of Albion, is s...