How well we, the little band of His avowed supporters who lay
claim to have recognized the Light that shone within Him, can still
remember His repeated allusions, in the evening of His earthly life,
to the tribulation and turmoil with which an unregenerate humanity
was to be increasingly afflicted. How poignantly some of us can
recall His pregnant remarks, in the presence of the pilgrims and
visitors who thronged His doors on the morrow of the jubilant
celebrations that greeted the termination of the World War—a war,
which by the horrors it evoked, the losses it entailed and the complications
it engendered, was destined to exert so far-reaching an
influence on the fortunes of mankind. How serenely, yet how powerfully,
He stressed the cruel deception which a Pact, hailed by peoples
and nations as the embodiment of triumphant justice and the unfailing
instrument of an abiding peace, held in store for an unrepented
humanity. Peace, Peace, how often we heard Him remark, the
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lips of potentates and peoples unceasingly proclaim, whereas the
fire of unquenched hatreds still smoulders in their hearts. How often
we heard Him raise His voice, whilst the tumult of triumphant enthusiasm
was still at its height and long before the faintest misgivings
could have been felt or expressed, confidently declaring that the
Document, extolled as the Charter of a liberated humanity, contained
within itself seeds of such bitter deception as would further
enslave the world. How abundant are now the evidences that attest
the perspicacity of His unerring judgment!