The New Year Begins In A Snow-storm

While We Read History We Make History.

It Is The Most Human And Kindly Of Seasons, As Fully Penetrated And Irradiated With The Feeling Of Human Brotherhood, Which Is The Essential Spirit Of Christianity, As The Month Of June With Sunshine And The Balmy Breath Of Roses.

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.

The World Is Not Made For The Prosperous Alone, Nor For The Strong.

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