It Is A Pity That Instead Of

When Franklin Drew The Lightning From The Clouds, He Little Dreamed That In The Evolution Of Science His Discovery Would Illuminate The Torch Of Liberty For France And America. The Rays From This Beacon, Lighting This Gateway To The Continent, Will Welcome The Poor And The Persecuted With The Hope And Promise Of Homes And Citizenship.

It Is A Pity That Instead Of The Pilgrim Fathers Landing On Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock Had Not Landed On The Pilgrim Fathers.

The Spirit Of Columbus Hovers Over Us To-day.

It Was For Columbus, When The Right Hour Struck, Forced And Propelled By This Fresh Life, To Reveal The Land Where These New Principles Were To Be Brought, And Where The Awaited Trial Of The New Civilization Was To Be Made.

The Tomb Of The Saviour Was A Narrow And Empty Vault, Precious Only For Its Memories Of The Supreme Tragedy Of The Centuries, But The New Continent Was To Be The Home And Temple Of The Living God.