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THE MESSENGERS OF PEACE 
 
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 BY 
 
 WILLIAM STANLEY PARKER 
 
 GIVEN AT 
 
 THE TAVERN CLUB 
 
 AT ITS CHRISTMAS FESTIVAL 
 
 DECEMBER 23 
 
 1915 
 
 PRIVATELY PRINTED 
 
 BY THE TAVERN CLUB 
 
 BOSTON 
 
 1916 
 
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THE MESSENGERS OF PEACE 
 
 THE TWO MESSENGERS 
 
 JUSTICE 
 
 HUMILITY 
 
 SENSE OF HUMOR 
 
 SELFISHNESS 
 
 INTEMPERANCE 
 
 DECEIT 
 
 TRUTH 
 
 SACRIFICE 
 
 RESTRAINT 
 
 THE TWO PAGES 
 
 A VOICE 
 
 THE CHARACTERS 
 
 (JOHN STURGIS CODMAN 
 [WILLIAM STANLEY PARKER 
 
 GEORGE PIERCE BAKER 
 
 RICHARD CLIPSTON STURGIS 
 
 JOHNBAPST BLAKE 
 
 LANGDON WARNER 
 
 LORIN FULLER DELAND 
 
 HENRY COPLEY GREENE 
 
 BLISS PERRY 
 
 CHARLES HOWARD WALKER 
 
 JASPER WHITING 
 (WILLIAM JAMES 
 I GERALD BLAKE 
 
 FREDERICK ELDREDGE LOWELL 
 
 Before Dinner 
 the entrance of the messengers 
 
 The yule log has been lighted on the hearth, and as the 
 yule song comes to an end there is a knock at the front 
 door. 
 
 SECRETARY. Somebody see who it is and tell him he 
 must go around to the side door. 
 
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 A MEMBER ;XQpening Ike door land seeing two strangers^ 
 with whom he has a few words) . It's not a mem- 
 ber, but two strangers, who, I think, want to speak 
 to you. 
 
 SECRETARY. The rule says only that members must 
 
 come in by the side door after seven o'clock, and 
 
 that no guests are allowed. If these are strangers, 
 
 let them come in ; they should always be welcome. 
 
 Enter the two messengers. 
 
 SECRETARY. Welcome. What can we do for you? 
 
 PEACE MESSENGER. 'Twould sccm wc havc not been 
 misled, and that this is indeed the Tavern Club. 
 
 SECRETARY. It Certainly is. We are just starting our 
 Christmas revels. May we know the reason for 
 your appearance, and who indeed you are? 
 
 WAR MESSENGER. We may not easily convince you 
 about ourselves; nevertheless, we beg you to be- 
 lieve that what we say is truth, however strange 
 it sound to ears of the Planet Earth. We are two 
 messengers from Mars. 
 
 SECRETARY. Do they teach English in the schools on 
 Mars ? 
 
 WAR MESSENGER. We train perception in our schools, 
 not bloodless facts. The true tuition nourishes 
 intuition, imagination. We learn the fundamental 
 principles of language, art, and science. To us 
 there is no foreign tongue. Each of your earthly 
 languages, to you so different from the others, is 
 but a dialect of the higher speech, easily mastered 
 once the basic code is understood. To see two 
 human beings mute for lack of knowledge of each 
 other's tongue is strange indeed to us. 
 
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 PEACE MESSENGER. Comrade, let us not repay the 
 courteous welcome of our hosts with preachings. 
 I do suspect they are more interested in our pres- 
 ence here just now than in the higher art of edu- 
 cation. Pray explain. 
 
 SECRETARY. PlcaSC do. 
 
 WAR MESSENGER. A year ago we landed on your planet 
 hereabouts, and, separating, each of us has trav- 
 ersed your globe alone, seeking what he was sent 
 to seek. Our society, though it has eliminated 
 many of the trials you must still endure, is not 
 yet free of strifes and struggles, and in an effort 
 to complete our cure we have been sent to the 
 Planet Earth to gain, perchance, the key to the 
 solution of eternal peace. Wisdom is often easier 
 gained from failure than success, and so, in this 
 matter, with your pardon, we have been sent to 
 study your signal failures. 
 
 My comrade's duty was to discern the two most 
 potent forces in your lives making for peace. My 
 duty it was, with like investigation, to find two 
 agencies that most inclined to war. 
 
 SECRETARY. Why did you seek out this Club on such 
 a quest, and how does it happen you are together.'^ 
 
 PEACE MESSENGER. Our visit on yom' planet was for 
 one year, at the end of which we were to meet 
 again, and so return to Mars. The year is done 
 to-night, and we have met. But each of us has 
 heard, from time to time, high praises of your 
 brotherhood, and the quality of the friendships 
 you enjoy. It so impressed us both that, ere we 
 return, which we must do to-night, we fain would 
 
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 taste of it ourselves. Who knows! Perchance 
 the guarded flame of friendship such as yours 
 may be the torch with which to kindle the greater 
 fire of universal love. 
 
 So, if you will, we would join you while we may, 
 for soon to-night we must return to Mars, there 
 to report our findings before the supreme Judge, 
 who on this night each year sits to dispense his 
 justice and to consider such affairs of state as 
 may be opportune. 
 
 SECRETARY. Indeed, you are welcome. Stay, by all 
 means. I know I give the welcome of the Club. 
 Sit by our President at the feast. With him you 
 well may feel at ease. Both war and peace he has 
 served; in both gained victories. With the stars, 
 too, he is linked, our Mark having dubbed him 
 the Ursa's Major; veritably on Earth the Great 
 Dipper — into his pocket for the good of others. 
 Now let us dine, but first the Club song. 
 "Meum est" is sung, and the company then goes up 
 
 to dinner. 
 
 After Dinner 
 
 THE MESSENGERS' FAREWELL 
 
 The PRESIDENT and the two messengers precede the 
 company upstairs, where they are joined by the secre- 
 tary. The green drop-curtain is down. The tapestry 
 curtains in front of it are drawn partly together. Two 
 lights, high up at the hack of the hall, are focussed on the 
 drop-curtain with a strong light, yet leave the hall as a 
 whole but dimly lit. 
 
 When all are seated, the secretary raps for order and 
 speaks. 
 
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 SECRETARY. Members of the Tavern Club : We have 
 had with us at our Christmas feast two strangers, 
 who are strange only in the degree to which they 
 share with us the spirit of this Club. They must 
 now leave us on their homeward journey, but 
 before they leave they would speak you their 
 farewell. 
 
 The TWO MESSENGERS Step onto the stage, between the 
 'partly drawn tapestry curtains. 
 
 PEACE MESSENGER. Friends, for thus we are, 
 With common instincts and perceptions. 
 That bind men together forever 
 Though they meet but once. 
 We are glad to have shared your Christmas feast 
 And to have tarried with you for awhile. 
 Cherish your rare associations. 
 Drink deep of the spirit of the guarded flame, 
 The sacred leaven in the human lump. 
 A year in search of that which works for peace, 
 I come at last to this fair house of yours 
 And find naught else. True, you are humans all, 
 And in my travels through your world I've met all 
 
 kinds. 
 And know your virtues, and your failings too. 
 So I suspect within your Tavern breasts 
 A modicum of human weakness lies. 
 Some power for anger, but in good control. 
 A will to hate. Pray! do not misconstrue. 
 Hate is a poison true. 
 But poison fed to vipers is a boon, 
 And hate of the false and ugly things of life 
 
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 That surges in your blood no poison is, 
 
 But rather manna for the dove of peace. 
 
 So seeming faults when properly applied 
 
 Prove to be virtues; moths eat moths, 
 
 And the pest that overcomes a pestilence 
 
 Becomes a blessing in its turn until. 
 
 Getting out of leash itself, it needs must meet 
 
 Its doom by a greater pest in turn. 
 
 Health is not measured by a lack of germs ; 
 
 Rather by millions in a useful balance. 
 
 So too with Peace; no partial vacuum there. 
 
 But all the sacred passions divinely mixed. 
 
 True symbol is the color of the dove 
 
 That stands for peace, pure white, 
 
 A blend of all the colors known to man 
 
 In just proportions. 
 
 Leave out the good blood red 
 
 And on the wings a tinge of drab will come. 
 
 Marring the whole, 
 
 Leaving it incomplete and negative. 
 
 Color fit for a pigeon, impotent, 
 
 A symbol for the pacifist, not peace. 
 
 Here with you we find the mixture good; 
 Youth and age on equal footing met. 
 Poetry and music blending mind and soul 
 In loveliest harmonies. 
 
 Painting and sculpture 'neath this very roof 
 Show skill in willing service of affection. 
 Wisdom and charity, wisely hand in hand, 
 Go forth from here to serve mankind in need; 
 And all these elements here I seem to see 
 
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 Like shuttles, wound with the golden thread of 
 
 friendship, 
 Weaving a rich-hued tapestry of life ; 
 A woof of fellowship on a warp of service. 
 I take this picture back with me to Mars, 
 And with a grateful heart I say farewell. 
 
 WAR MESSENGER. Even we Martians, like your doc- 
 tors, give advice 
 To others that we ourselves do not observe. 
 My comrade, who did lately chide me in your 
 
 presence for preaching. 
 Has in good sooth forgotten his advice. 
 I will take warning and be brief, 
 As our quick departure too demands. 
 Your Secretary spoke the truth, indeed, 
 In saying that we share the spirit of your Club. 
 Here in your world, I much regret to find, 
 Mars is the symbol of the warlike spirit. 
 Still, with us on Mars, worldliness stands for strife; 
 So we are quits for that. 
 With us true friendship is much increased 
 Beyond what we have seen exists on Earth. 
 There we have chained the commercial spirit 
 To the post of servant. 
 No more it rules with us as it does here. 
 Our lives are ordered for our happiness. 
 And ugliness and inharmonious noise are crimes. 
 So here we find ourselves as it were at home, 
 And parting, wish to leave behind with you 
 Some witness of our love and gratitude. 
 Friendship sharpens perceptions, 
 
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 And it is with us so far developed 
 
 That spirits in true accord transmit to each other 
 
 A higher power of vision, 
 
 So that each, in his mind's eye as it were, 
 
 Never quite loses sight of the other, 
 
 However far apart the two may be. 
 
 This gift we leave you. 
 
 And if for a moment after we depart 
 
 You all will concentrate your friendliest thoughts 
 
 upon us, 
 Banish all else and think of us alone. 
 The power to follow us on our homeward flight 
 
 will come. 
 And each mind's eye will then observe 
 All that we do, and learn of our report. 
 Which we must shortly make, as we have told. 
 Give us your hearts, then, and you'll find 
 Our spirit with you after we depart. 
 
 Farewell, good World, our year has taught us much. 
 Perchance the seed that in us has been sown 
 May some day flutter back to earth enriched, 
 And growing, ripen, so the world may reap 
 A harvest of great gladness and content. 
 
 The light goes out. The two messengers step 
 behind the tapestry curtain and go behind the scenes 
 ready for their later entrance. The tapestry curtains 
 are pulled back and the drop-curtain raised on a dark 
 stage. The lights are then gradually brought on full. 
 
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 The Allegory 
 the court of justice 
 
 The stage is enclosed with a semi-circular wall, with 
 a central opening at the back, beyond which a further 
 curtain terminates the view and permits entrance from 
 either side. 
 
 To the left of the opening is seen justice on the throne, 
 with HUMILITY on his right and sense of humor on 
 his left. To its right is seen the jury of human qualities 
 with selfishness nearest the entrance, and then, in 
 order, intemperance, deceit, truth, sacrifice, and 
 RESTRAINT. Standing in the entrance at the back are 
 two PAGES. When the lights are full on, justice speaks. 
 
 USTICE. The labors of our court approach their end. 
 The yearly crop of crimes our people send 
 To us for threshing, marvellously small, 
 Speaks of the day when there'll be none at all. 
 For many years we've strangers been to lust. 
 Spite's like a cruel dagger thick with rust 
 Through lack of use, and brutal violence 
 Long has been tamed. 
 
 SENSE OF humor. Like a bull with common sense. 
 
 justice. Still have we faults, less manifest than these, 
 Insidious, subtle, like a fell disease. 
 That cripples life. Still lurking Deceit, 
 Like ancient Janus, two-faced; waits to greet 
 Each novice passing the gates of enterprise; 
 Giving false promise, paving his path with lies. 
 And, as of old the Janus' temple door. 
 Ever wide open during time of war, 
 
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 When shut was a sign of universal peace, 
 So now 'twill prove a symbol of release 
 From many of the ills the times afford, 
 When sly Deceit shall stray no more abroad. 
 
 DECEIT. I'm much maligned beyond my just deserts. 
 'Tis self-defence against the grievous hurts 
 That others would inflict that makes me use 
 My thrust and parry that you so abuse. 
 
 SENSE OF HUMOR. The acme of deceit is here per- 
 ceived, 
 When by his own deceit he is deceived. 
 Who lies to live soon lives to lie, forsooth, 
 Till e'en to himself he cannot speak the truth. 
 
 JUSTICE. 'Tis not Deceit alone that doth disturb. 
 Hectic Intemperance still requires a curb. 
 Intemperate thought and action both conspire 
 To spoil the effect both thought and act desire. 
 With faculties, like harp-strings, wisely taught, 
 Our lives with harmonious actions would be fraught; 
 But overstressed they soon get out of key, 
 And discords come instead of harmony. 
 The keyboard of our lives, on which we play 
 The tune by which we're gauged on Judgment Day, 
 Has for its deep-toned bass the worthier things, 
 While pleasure, care free, in the treble sings. 
 Together, nicely blended, both should be. 
 The worthier bass alone lacks melody. 
 In tripping treble, with no firm support 
 On deeper tones, but trivial tunes are wrought. 
 
 SENSE OF HUMOR. Music for thosc who seek a frivo- 
 lous goal. 
 The syncopated rag- time of the soul. 
 
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 JUSTICE. More than all other ills that we endure, 
 Selfishness doth elude attempted cure. 
 Now, with Deceit it makes unholy pact, 
 And lurks, insidious, 'neath a generous act. 
 Now, brazen-faced, it strides its chosen way, 
 Crushing 'neath callous feet its luckless prey. 
 
 SELFISHNESS. The truth in what you say I fail to see. 
 'Tis envy sneers at my ability. 
 And calls it greed. 
 
 SACRIFICE. You are indeed quite blind 
 
 To what is most worth while. Like all your kind. 
 With eyes, obedient to the self-centred brain, 
 Fastened unblinking on some unworthy gain, 
 With tragic blindness, that can never see 
 In sacrifice the opportunity 
 To make life richer, fellowship more blest. 
 You hurt the worst those that you love the best. 
 A gong is struck thrice outside. 
 
 JUSTICE. A year ago two Messengers we sent 
 To the Planet Earth, with serious intent 
 From its unhappy history to evolve 
 A key to the riddle we ourselves would solve. 
 Eternal Peace. Now before our court 
 The Messengers are ready to report. 
 The gong that marked their advent has been heard. 
 Bid them appear. Listen to what occurred 
 Upon their travels yonder on the Earth, 
 And may we find their experience of worth. 
 The PAGES have stepped out. They now return taking 
 
 their places against the back curtain. The messengers 
 
 enter and make obeisance, and then take their positions at 
 
 the entrance. As they speak they each step slightly f or- 
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 ward, and afterward take their positions, standing, beside 
 
 HUMILITY and SENSE OF HUMOR. 
 
 JUSTICE. Good Messengers, we wait upon your words, 
 Expectant of the wisdom you have gained 
 Upon your travels. Tell us what you found 
 Upon the Planet Earth, and what deduced 
 From your experience there, that offers hope 
 That some day we may gain a lasting peace. 
 
 WAR MESSENGER. Our journcy has been made as it 
 was ordered. 
 Throughout the year we travelled far and wide 
 On separate paths, seeking our separate goals. 
 Meeting again only upon the time 
 Of our return. My duty was to seek. 
 From out the tangle of the World's events, 
 Two factors that most served to foster war. 
 Many I found that lent their vicious aid 
 To that result, and oh the tragedies ! 
 Millions enslaved to serve the greed of one. 
 Calamity from pettiest actions wrought. 
 A single murderous act of violence. 
 Flung on the peaceful surface of the world. 
 Like a pebble snapped to the surface of a pool, 
 Starts ripples of hate that widen beyond control. 
 Until the whole earth rocks with frightfulness. 
 And calm reflection of higher things must cease. 
 Until the paroxysm doth subside 
 From sheer exhaustion. Underlying all 
 The pettiness of strife I seemed to see 
 Two causes, noble in themselves, and yet 
 More than all others fostering cruel hate 
 That feeds on war. First, Patriotism, 
 
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 Whose varied banners, since the world began, 
 
 Have floated o'er the ranks of armed men 
 
 In every battle. Patriots never yet 
 
 Have stopped to question if their cause be just; 
 
 Or if they stopped and found their cause most vile, 
 
 Still would they fight, their country to maintain 
 
 Against the attacks of others. Under the spell 
 
 Of patriotic plea a leader keen 
 
 Can cause his people, hypnotized, to fight 
 
 His selfish battles, that to them bring naught 
 
 But suffering and bondage still more deep. 
 
 The other. Religion, under whose fair name 
 
 The worst excesses known to man have found 
 
 Justification. Great crusades of conquest 
 
 Plough their relentless, egotistic way. 
 
 In the name of a sacred God, to trample down 
 
 The sacred Gods of others in the dust. 
 
 O dreadful paradox ! that a noble faith, 
 
 Founded on brotherly love and charity. 
 
 Can foster such distortion of the mind 
 
 That charity is put in leash, and love 
 
 Is turned to bitterest hate against a foe 
 
 Whose only guilt, a faith no less sincere. 
 
 The elements have power for good or ill. 
 Whoe'er invokes them needs a controlling will. 
 The fires of the human soul, if uncontrolled. 
 Can devastate with bitterness untold. 
 So men, when grievous happenings befall. 
 On Patriotism and Religion call. 
 Their selfish instincts to endow with life, 
 And fill the world with bitterness and strife. 
 
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 PEACE MESSENGER. Strangely alike our judgments 
 seem to be, 
 Freighted perchance with deep significance. 
 Seeking the greater elements of peace, 
 The same two motives seemed to dominate 
 The life of man, Religion and Patriotism, — 
 Devotion to God and to his fellow-men. 
 While on the surface motives seem to take 
 The colors of unworthy enterprise. 
 Deeper within their truer color lies. 
 The restless surface of the sea of life 
 Is whipped by the storms of hate and violence; 
 But deep beneath, the currents of faith and love 
 Sweep steadfast on in their appointed course. 
 Such instruments as these man needs must learn 
 To use with wisdom, and it is not strange 
 If in the learning he should make mistakes, — 
 Exceptions that but serve to prove the rule. 
 How Patriotism ever spreads its net, 
 Encircling larger and yet larger groups. 
 Since those first days when neolithic man 
 Allegiance owed to naught but his own hearth. 
 Who dare deny the day when it shall sweep 
 All artificial barriers away 
 And claim all men in one great brotherhood .-^ 
 And when that day shall come Religion too 
 Shall find its full expression in men's lives; 
 And differences of faith, that in the past 
 Have caused world-racking strife and suffering, 
 Shall melt away into insignificance 
 Beside the common truths that underlie. 
 
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 JUSTICE. You've heard what our good Messengers 
 report. 
 Hasty Intemperance first shall make retort. 
 
 INTEMPERANCE, The slow of mind ever are wont to 
 sneer 
 And call intemperate that which leaps beyond 
 Their meagre vision. I am the essence of genius. 
 Without me none can be supremely great. 
 I make the most of things; develop all 
 The possibilities that lie within 
 Man's senses. We have a pair of eyes with which 
 To see the most we can. 'Twas never meant 
 For us to go through life with eyes half -shut, 
 Denying the existence of all superlatives, 
 Saying, thus far, no farther; taste no more 
 Of this; of that thou shalt not further touch. 
 By what assumed authority dost thou 
 Settle the limits of man's experience.'' 
 No progress yet was made without my aid. 
 The patriot, lacking my fervor, ne'er would leap 
 The battlements of oppression, there to see 
 The dawn of greater freedom as he falls. 
 The martyred priest, whose great seK-sacrifice 
 Gives to the world a priceless heritage 
 Of inspiration, had not died so great, 
 Or lived so greatly, were it not for me. 
 So in your rightful seeking after peace 
 Do not forget my spirit must not cease. 
 No peace a lasting peace will ever be 
 That does not find itself at peace with me. 
 
 SENSE OF HUMOR. Ha, ha! good champion of the 
 thirsty throat, 
 
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 Securely you can count upon my vote. 
 You are indeed the seasoning of our lives, — 
 The human salt and pepper, onions, chives. 
 All that combine to make life's salad rich 
 And make life's palate with satisfaction twitch. 
 But if you're wise you'll not deny my aid. 
 Before your salad is completely made, 
 A dash of humor wiped around the bowl, 
 Like garlic, gives a flavor to the whole. 
 
 JUSTICE. Intemperance has his virtues frankly told. 
 Now let Restraint his argument unfold. 
 
 RESTRAINT. I would uot undcr-ratc the fire with which 
 Intemperance in his nobler moments burns. 
 The power he generates needs a restraining curb 
 In application. Were it not for me 
 His splendid energy would waste itself 
 In useless noise, like the escaping steam 
 That, bursting the bonds that give to it its power, 
 Misses the piston it was meant to drive. 
 And spends itself in wild futility. 
 I am the spirit of true economy; 
 The governor on the engine of the world. 
 And not alone in great emergencies 
 My virtue lies. The small events of life. 
 From day to day, need my attention more, 
 That from them seeds of excess may not be sown 
 From which a crop of sorrow shall be reaped. 
 The world swings forward on its reckless course. 
 Neglecting all precautions as it goes. 
 Passing with unobservant eye the signs 
 That in profusion point its certain end. 
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 A deep abyss of conflict cuts across. 
 Then with a sinking heart it doth implore 
 The brakes of self-restraint to check its speed 
 And save it from disaster. But too late! 
 On a nice balance in our daily trend 
 The whole world's equilibrium doth depend. 
 When over little things each gains control. 
 And not till then, will peace come to the whole. 
 
 JUSTICE. Selfishness is no stranger to conceit. 
 No doubt he is sure he knows the true receipt 
 For peace. So let us lend a patient ear 
 While Selfishness as Wisdom doth appear. 
 
 SELFISHNESS. I am amused at all your sophistries 
 Of altruism. Every forward step 
 In the history of the world has come about 
 By the clash of selfish interests, — nature's flints. 
 From which the spark of progress best is struck. 
 The noble patriot fights for selfish gain. 
 It is not freedom for freedom's sake he wants, 
 So much as freedom from some oppressive tax, 
 Or greater commercial opportunities 
 That promise wealth and great prosperity. 
 The ruler who can hold his tribes in leash, 
 So that they needs must fight as he dictates. 
 Has the power, and, having power, the right. 
 To take what he can get, until the time 
 When some born leader fosters a revolt 
 Among his subjects. Then, the tables turned. 
 They take for themselves what he for himself 
 
 would take. 
 Strip from each patriot that you glorify 
 The glittering raiment of hypocrisy, 
 
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 And underneath but common flesh you'll find, 
 Ruled by the selfish instincts of mankind. 
 'Tis better so; the cards all on the table, 
 And let each man secure what he is able. 
 
 JUSTICE. Such frankness is not hard to understand. 
 Now let Deceit, his partner, show his hand. 
 
 SENSE OF HUMOR. He would not be Deceit if he did 
 that. 
 Yet he will have his story down quite pat. 
 As the juggler palms his coin beneath your eye. 
 He'll palm the truth and substitute a lie. 
 
 DECEIT. There's little use for me to speak the truth; 
 Since you have given me so bad a name. 
 You'd not believe it if 'twere told by me. 
 Selfishness speaks the truth. His spirit rules, 
 And rightly so, the progress of the world. 
 'Tis the only honest policy there is. 
 With that admitted, everything is fair. 
 My skill his natural ally is. No rules 
 You need to play the game; everything goes. 
 The complex code of life you would adopt 
 Is needless. All hypocrisy is dropped. 
 Forget the subtle schemes that you have planned 
 And play a game the world can understand. 
 
 JUSTICE. How blind indeed philosophers have been 
 To overlook the virtues of this pair. 
 More notable perhaps their strength to resist 
 The greater logic we have used in vain. 
 Let Truth once more come forward to the attack 
 And put Deceit again upon the rack. 
 
 TRUTH. 'Tis difiicult to put him on the rack 
 Who hath so many aliases in his sack. 
 
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 In every walk of life he plays his game, 
 Always disguised by some more worthy name; 
 But call it diplomacy or what you will. 
 The odor of deceit hangs round it still. 
 The cards all on the table? That is true; 
 But stacked by the dealer, if the dealer's you. 
 Who from long practice have acquired the knack 
 Of dealing from the bottom of the pack. 
 You argue we should make deceit the rule. 
 A disingenuous plea to trap a fool. 
 If it so became at once you'd lose the place 
 Your monopoly now gives you in the race. 
 There is one fortress that defends your throne 
 That first must be completely overthrown, — 
 Deceit of self, that salient point of thrust. 
 Which lost, your defence would crumble into dust. 
 How oft, against a weak intelligence. 
 The specious pleas of quick expedience 
 Lead us to take some by-way in our haste 
 That promises a short cut to our taste, 
 But proves a devious way whene'er it's tried, 
 Through which Deceit alone can be our guide. 
 Short-sighted eyes, that see not stretching there 
 The great highway of truth, surpassing fair, 
 That broad and smooth leads straight to every goal. 
 And gives true satisfaction to the soul. 
 When each shall for himself that pathway take. 
 The world will then to lasting peace awake. 
 JUSTICE. The broad highway of truth is never trod 
 Without self-sacrifice, so now, I pray. 
 That Truth has shared his confidence with us, 
 Let his companion add his counsel too. 
 
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 SACRIFICE. 'Tis the irony of fate that selfishness, 
 
 Which more than aught else impels a man to strive, 
 
 Blinds him to what is most worth striving for. 
 
 He labors unceasing whims to satisfy; 
 
 For the greater satisfactions he cannot see, 
 
 With what rare zeal he'd strive, if he but saw. 
 
 Although he shuns material charity 
 
 Of gifts to those less favored by the world. 
 
 More vital far the moral charity 
 
 That in his selfish spirit finds no place. 
 
 With what supreme intolerance he views 
 
 Opinions that are at variance with his own ! 
 
 Arrogant of his own integrity, 
 
 The motives of others freely he impugns. 
 
 And, all unconscious, judges their honest acts 
 
 By the low standards he for himself hath set. 
 
 How dulled his imagination hath become 
 
 Of the point of view of others. Strange indeed 
 
 The inconsistencies of selfishness. 
 
 A man can spend his life in most sincere 
 
 And willing service of his fellow-men. 
 
 Keen to observe and ease their suffering 
 
 With big, far-sighted generosity. 
 
 And yet by acts of petty selfishness 
 
 Can make the lives of those he cares for most 
 
 A dreary burden. 'Tis indeed most meet 
 
 That charity should begin at home, with those 
 
 With whom we share each day's experience. 
 
 The veriest tyrant hath capacity 
 
 For some great climax of self-sacrifice. 
 
 Of greater moment to a troubled world 
 
 The humbler but more constant sacrifice 
 
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 That finds expression in each littlest act. 
 
 And more than aught else we all should strive to 
 
 gain 
 A deeper, truer charity of mind, 
 That gives that benefit of doubt to each 
 That we would have others give, alike, to us. 
 JUSTICE (turning to sense of humor). Good Friend, 
 
 you always stand us in good stead 
 In time of need. You've heard what has been said. 
 Have you the wit to see some common link 
 In these two chains of argument.'^ Some kink 
 There is in each, perchance, that, straightened out, 
 Would put their seeming differences to rout. 
 SENSE OF HUMOR. Mistake me not for wit. He 
 
 spokesman is. 
 I am the silent partner in the biz. 
 He pays his way through life with notes of mirth. 
 'Tis my endorsement gives his notes their worth. 
 I'm but a background for the passing show, 
 'Gainst which its outlines you may truly know. 
 The lens that serves to bring a focus nice 
 To the astigmatic eyes of prejudice. 
 These selfish pals my virtues will not see. 
 We still are strangers and shall ever be. 
 Self-sacrifice needs my guiding hand. 
 Without me he oft fails to understand 
 His proper limits; and when he turns his back 
 Upon Restraint as well, and takes the tack 
 Intemperance points, he takes an aspect queer. 
 And as a New England conscience doth appear. 
 Without my counsel our good friend Restraint 
 Becomes intemperate as the ascetic saint, 
 
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 And in his zeal forgets his common sense, 
 And mistakes for temperance, total abstinence. 
 Alone among them all Truth stands apart 
 And needs me not. The others need my art 
 That they may all more clearly recognize 
 The truth beneath its manifold disguise. 
 
 JUSTICE. True to his nature, good Humility 
 Sits humbly by, waiting with patience rare 
 Such opportunity as may arrive 
 For him to speak. The time has come, good 
 
 Friend, 
 When we would have your counsel. Tell us, pray. 
 What you believe to be the surest road 
 Toward that peace to which we all aspire. 
 
 HUMILITY. You do uot find my silence a surprise. 
 'Tis seldom that one hears my voice with those 
 That swell the conversation of our time. 
 The strident tones of noisy arrogance 
 Drown out the calmer voices in the throng. 
 As the wild animal, filled with unreasoning fear, 
 Bellows to fright the noise that frightens him. 
 So, with his own noise, arrogance tries to kill 
 The still small voice within that whispers doubt. 
 The modern child.'* Alas! he knows me not. 
 Youth over-fed with opportunity 
 Makes a dyspeptic, egotistic age. 
 In which humility is an unwelcome guest. 
 More oft the scientist, with knowledge deep 
 Of many secrets of the universe. 
 Is humbled by the secrets yet unsolved. 
 And gains a power from that humility 
 That leads him on to deeper knowledge still. 
 
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 Assurance based on knowledge stimulates 
 To further knowledge. Arrogant conceit. 
 With naught but worldly wisdom as its cause, 
 Denies the greater wisdom of the world. 
 How oft is that which we hold certain shown 
 To be untrue ! How seldom do we find 
 Ourselves less sure through such experience! 
 Knowledge is power; the greatest power of all 
 A knowledge of what we have not yet attained. 
 Humility oft with weakness is confused. 
 It was not so with Christ. Humility 
 Gives us a saner poise in all our acts, 
 A surer balance, with our feet well braced 
 Against the rocks of the eternal truths. 
 The' braggart egotist, vain of his small powers, 
 Buries the truth in the sands of compromise, 
 And stands awhile complacently at ease. 
 Till in some crisis he is caught and finds 
 The shifting sands give him no foot secure 
 To brace himself against the push of fate. 
 Let us brush from our eyes all vain conceit 
 And see ourselves in just comparison 
 With the great immensities of time and truth. 
 Then may we gain for ourselves some modest share 
 Of Christ's humility, and help to bring 
 A Christian peace into a troubled world. 
 JUSTICE. You all have spoken, and the truth appears 
 Self-evident. A painter wastes his time 
 Attempting some great fresco that involves 
 A complex group of figures till he's learned 
 To draw with certainty a single form. 
 Until we all have gained a right control 
 
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 Of ourselves, how can we hope to regulate 
 The peaceful composition of the world? 
 With cities ruled by deceit and selfishness, 
 And racked with evil passions uncontrolled, 
 Nations have little hope to win relief 
 From blighting wars that serve a nation's greed. 
 
 Let each man purge his own soul of unworthiness; 
 
 Put away selfish greed and foul deceit; 
 
 Rule his own thoughts with charity of mind; 
 
 And in the service of his fellow-men 
 
 Find the supreme delight that life can give. 
 
 Then will the world be gloriously freed 
 
 Of civic faults and national jealousies, 
 
 And nations guide their acts by that same code 
 
 That for themselves their citizens adopt. 
 
 O thou great citizen of heaven and earth. 
 Who died that we might learn how best to live. 
 If there be hope that we may yet attain 
 To your divine humility and grace, 
 Give us some token we can recognize. 
 That we may feel your guiding spirit near 
 And struggle on to gain that lasting peace 
 That passeth the understanding of our world. 
 
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 As JUSTICE ends, a voice in the distance is heard 
 chanting: — 
 
 
 I I I ^ I I i L. L. t ^ 
 
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 O Wis-dom, which ca-mest out of the mouth of the Most High, 
 
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 -fa»' li » » * - 
 
 Come, 
 
 and shew us the way of 
 '-v cres. _ 
 
 un - der-stand - ing. 
 
 O Em - man-u - el,— Our King and Law-giv-er, Hope of all Na-tions, 
 allargando. 11— —•~P 
 
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 m ^^-^ — ^ I 1 r I i-zj=i= :.r r i"~T 
 
 and their Sa - Tiour ; Come, and save— us, O Lord our God 1 
 
 During the singing the lights are gradually dimmed, 
 and as the general light fades, a cross of white light appears 
 at the back, between and over the heads of the pages, who 
 kneel in awe at each side of it, while the others lean for- 
 ward tense as they listen and watch. As the voice ends, 
 the curtain slowly falls. 
 
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