Independence Day : $b its celebration, spirit and significance as related in prose and verse
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Independence Day : $b its celebration, spirit and significance as related in prose and verse
Fourth of July -- Poetry; Fourth of July celebrations; Fourth of July orations
An example of what an enthusiastically patriotic and yet sane and safe
holiday observance can be, was given last May, when England and her
colonies celebrated “Empire Day.” This fête was observed by tens of
millions, scattered over one-fourth of the world’s surface, and yet not
one death was reported—not a single accident marred the glory and the
happiness of the day. In this splendid world-pageant, the citizens of
to-morrow were the chief actors, and it is estimated that fully eight
millions took part. Children in long procession, thousands of them in
uniform, wearing flags on their breasts and carrying them aloft in an
endless blaze of color, marched along to render homage to the Union
Jack, which fluttered out above their heads as the little soldiers were
reviewed, or as they sang the National Anthem. The floral emblem of the
day was the daisy or, failing that, the bachelor’s button, marigold
or marguerite—the watchwords were “Responsibility, duty, sympathy,
self-sacrifice.” In addition to the National Anthem, Rudyard Kipling’s
“Children’s Song” was also sung by millions of little ones:
“Lord of our birth, our faith, our pride,
For whose dear sake our Fathers died,
O, Motherland, we pledge to thee
Head, heart and hand through years to be.”
As for France, everybody knows how joyfully it enters upon the
celebration of its Day of Liberation, July 14th. Military reviews,
artistically beautiful street decoration, free theatrical and operatic
performances, music, splendid displays of fireworks from the bridges, and
public dancing in the streets and squares, make up a day of happy and
sane observance—a huge kermess. Perhaps no other country celebrates its
birthday with quite the same stern simplicity, the same touching faith as
Switzerland, when on August 1st, no outward manifestation of the national
thanksgiving is remarked, except in the ringing of bells and the blazing
of bonfires on the mountain peaks, or in the singing of a few inspiring
songs. The whole nation seems to be listening to the voices of the past,
while continuing its daily tasks, this sturdy band of mountaineers! And
thus with the celebrations of yet more European countries, Germany,
Sweden, Denmark and still others, everything is marked by sanity and
order, and yet by true thanksgiving and joy.
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