One Sees That Dead, Vacant Look Steal

... While The Light Burning Within May Have Been Divine, The Outer Case Of The Lamp Was Assuredly Cheap Enough.

It Is A Mistake To Talk Of The Twilight Of Age, Or The Blurred Sight Of Old People. The Long Day Grows Clearer At Its Close, And The Petty Fogs Of Prejudice Which Rose Between Us And Our Fellows In Youth Melt Away As The Sun Goes Down. At Last We See God's Creatures As They Are.

For, After All, Put It As We May To Ourselves, We Are All Of Us From Birth To Death Guests At A Table Which We Did Not Spread. The Sun, The Earth, Love, Friends, Our Very Breath Are Parts Of The Banquet.... Shall We Think Of The Day As A Chance To Come Nearer To Our Host, And To Find Out Something Of Him Who Has Fed Us So Long?

Our Young People Have Come To Look Upon War As A Kind Of Beneficent Deity, Which Not Only Adds To The National Honor But Uplifts A Nation And Develops Patriotism And Courage. That Is All True. But It Is Only Fair, Too, To Let Them Know That The Garments Of The Deity Are Filthy And That Some Of Her Influences Debase And Befoul A People.

North And South Were Equally Confident That God Was On Their Side, And Appealed Incessantly To Him.