And what of race-pride?
Bersagliere:
And what of commerce?
Child:
And what of home and hearth?
The American:
I KNOW not.
I know only,
All else is lost and fails.
I know new forces shape
Illimitable life
Out of infinite Mind.
He looks at the Bersagliere, touching him gently on the shoulder, saying softly:
’Tis a long communion table;
We all kneel at that table.
It stretches through many lands,
It is spread in many minds.
How do we go from that table?
The bodies and blood of men
Must not be given in vain.
The American, turning to the Woodcarver, looks at him wistfully. He gestures to the winged figures all about, and says gravely and reverently: