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Many in sad faith sought for her,

Many with crossed hands sighed for her;

But these, our brothers, fought for her,

At life’s dear peril wrought for her,

So loved her that they died for her....

They saw her plumed and mailed,

With sweet, stern face unveiled,

And all-repaying eyes, look proud on them in death.

J. R. Lowell (Ode at Harvard Commemoration, 1865).

This Ode was written in memory of the Harvard University men who had died in the Secession war. Our own brave men are also fighting in the cause of Truth, against the hideous falsity of German teaching and morals.

The future’s gain

Is certain as God’s truth; but, meanwhile, pain

Is bitter, and tears are salt: our voices take

A sober tone; our very household songs

Are heavy with a nation’s griefs and wrongs;

And innocent mirth is chastened for the sake

Of the brave hearts that nevermore shall beat.

The eyes that smile no more, the unreturning feet!

J. G. Whittier (In War Time).

PRIEST

“The glory of Man is his strength,

And the weak man must die,” said the Lord.