But their eyes are opened.  They are beginning to make out the boundless simplicity of things.  And Truth not only invests them with a dawn of hope, but raises on it a renewal of strength and courage.

“That’s enough talk about those others!” one of the men commanded; “all the worse for them!—­Us!  Us all!” The understanding between democracies, the entente among the multitudes, the uplifting of the people of the world, the bluntly simple faith!  All the rest, aye, all the rest, in the past, the present and the future, matters nothing at all.

And a soldier ventures to add this sentence, though he begins it with lowered voice, “If the present war has advanced progress by one step, its miseries and slaughter will count for little.”

And while we get ready to rejoin the others and begin war again, the dark and storm-choked sky slowly opens above our heads.  Between two masses of gloomy cloud a tranquil gleam emerges; and that line of light, so blackedged and beset, brings even so its proof that the sun is there.

The end