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Through All History, From The Beginning, A Noble Army Of Martyrs Have Fought Fiercely And Fallen Bravely For That Unseen Mistress, Their Country. So, Through All History, To The End, As Long As Men Believe In God That Army Must Still March And Fall, Recruited Only From The Flower Of Mankind, Cheered Only By Their Own Hope Of Humanity, Strong Only In The Confidence Of Their Cause.

I Think That To Have Known One Good, Old Man-one Man, Who, Through The Chances And Mischances Of A Long Life, Has Carried His Heart In His Hand, Like A Palm-branch, Waving All Discords Into Peace-helps Our Faith In God, In Ourselves, And In Each Other More Than Many Sermons

Patriotism, Or The Peculiar Relation Of An Individual To His Country, Is Like The Family Instinct. In The Child It Is A Blind Devotion; In The Man In Intelligent Love. The Patriot Perceives The Claim Made Upon His Country By The Circumstances And Time Of Her Growth And Power, And How God Is To Be Served By Using Those Opportunities Of Helping Mankind. Therefore His Country's Honor Is Dear To Him As His Own, And He Would As Soon Lie And Steal Himself As Assist Or Excuse His Country In A Crime.

The Sure Foundations Of The State Are Laid In Knowledge, Not In Ignorance; And Every Sneer At Education, At Culture, At Book Learning, Which Is The Recorded Wisdom Of The Experience Of Mankind, Is The Demagogue's Sneer At Intelligent Liberty, Inviting National Degeneracy And Ruin.

In The Journey Of The Year, The Autumn Is Venice, Spring Is Naples, Certainly, And The Majestic Maturity Of Summer Is Rome.