As in peace, so in war, the success of the democratic effort depends upon the fullness of the cooperation between all classes and conditions of men and women. Those men who are fit for military service on land or sea must render it willingly and to the utmost of their strength. Those who by reason of age or weakness cannot undertake that service without danger of becoming a burden to the fighting forces, must work to sustain the army and the fleet of freedom. "If any man will not work neither let him eat." The women also must do their part, since they are citizens just as much as the men. They must undertake those tasks of industry of which they are capable and thus relieve the need of labor in all fields. Above all they must give themselves to those tasks of mercy for which they have a natural aptitude. And through all they must give sympathy, inspiration, and courage to the men who fight for Liberty and Democracy. [signed] Henry van Dyke Sunrise over the Peristyle "Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." Look! we shall know the truth--it is thy word; The truth, O Lord--shining, invincible, Unawed. And shall we love it, Lord, like this, This half-dark flushing with the wondrous hope? How can we love it more? Sweet is the hush Brimming the dim void world, soothing the beat Of the great-hearted lake that lies unlit Beyond that silver portal. Peace is here In moony palaces that rose for her Pale, lustrous--it is well with her to dwell. The truth--will not these phantom fabrics fail Under the fierce white fire--yes, float away Like mists that wanly rise and choke the wind? So merciless is truth--how shall we live And bear the glare? Now rosily smiles the earth, And bold young couriers climb the slope of heaven, With gaudy flags aflare. The towered clouds, Lofty, impregnable, are captured now-- Their turrets flame with banners. Who abides Under the smooth wide rim of the worn world That the high heavens should hail him like a king-- Even like a lover? If it be the Truth, Ah, shall our souls wake with the triumph, Lord? Shall we be free according to thy word, Brave to yield all? Look! will it come like this-- A vivid glory burning at the gate Over the sudden verge of golden waves? The tall white columns stand like seraphim With high arms locked for song. The city lies Pearled like the courts of heaven, waiting the tread Of souls made wise with joy. Why should we fear? The Truth--ah, let it come to test the dream; Give us the Truth, O Lord, that in its light The world may know thy will, and dare be free. [signed]Harriet Monroe Reminiscences of Booth