Lord, we only fight for peace, Fight that freedom may increase. Give us back the peace of old, When the land with plenty rolled, And our banner awed the bold! Help us, Lord, our only trust! We are helpless, we are dust! Lest we pray in thoughtless guilt, Shape the future as Thou wilt! Purge our realm from hoary crime With Thy battles, dread, sublime, In Thy well-appointed time! Help us, Lord, our only trust! We are helpless, we are dust! With one heart the Nation’s cries From our choral lips arise: Thou didst point a noble way For our Fathers through the fray; Lead their children thus to-day! Help us, Lord, our only trust! We are helpless, we are dust! In His name, who bravely bore Cross and crown begemmed with gore, By His last immortal groan, Ere He mounted to His throne, Make our sacred cause Thy own! Help us, Lord, our only trust! We are helpless, we are dust! THE DAWNING FUTURE BY WILLIAM PRESTON JOHNSON, PRESIDENT OF TULANE UNIVERSITY, LA. (Closing stanza of patriotic poem, “The Patriot South.”) Thus, in the march of time, and long procession Of coming ages, year on year, We mark the great Republic’s proud career, Like Philip’s phalanx, manifold, With bucklers linked, one front against aggression, Till Freedom’s perfect vision is unrolled, And man, with eye unsealed, its glories shall behold. LIBERTY The people never give up their liberties but under some delusion. BURKE—_Speech at a County Meeting at Bucks, 1784._ Liberty’s in every blow! Let us do or die. BURNS—_Bannockburn._ What is liberty without wisdom and without virtue? It is the greatest of all possible evils; for it is folly, vice, and madness, without tuition or restraint. BURKE—_Reflections on the Revolution in France._ The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force of the crown. EARL OF CHATHAM—_Speech on the Excise Bill._ ’Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its luster and perfume; And we are weeds without it. COWPER—_The Task._ Bk. V. Line 446. The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of heaven. DRYDEN—_Palamon and Arcite._ Bk. II. Line 291. This is true liberty when freeborn men, Having to advise the public, may speak free: Which he who can and will deserves high praise: Who neither can nor will may hold his peace. What can be juster in a state than this? MILTON—Trans. _Horace._ Ep. i. 16, 40. Give me again my hollow tree A crust of bread, and liberty! POPE—_Imitations of Horace._ Bk. II. Satire VI. Line 220.