We have been very close to the young students and poets and players of Russia. In the Fall of 1914 we published the following paragraph: There[19] are men in Russia who have heard the mighty music of humanity. They will sing their dream and grave their message upon the peasant soul.... Not the Russia of Nicholas Romanoff. His passing and all the princes of his tainted blood will prove but an incident of the Great War. Very low in the west among the red blinking points of the falling constellation, is Nicholas and that Russia. In the east is the Russian _novi_ before the dawn, commanding the dark before the sun. [19] _Fatherland._ George H. Doran Company, New York. * * * * * The young men of India, the young men of China, the young men of Russia, the young men of America--I see them working together in the wondrous story of life, as it reels off in the years to come--mating of the East and West, the planet seen in one piece, the communal spirit of the Hive around the globe. * * * * * ... I find myself getting up a rather serious intensity over what _Romance_ means, a signal to tame down.... _Not to stay_--to drain nothing, to leave all cleaner, more orderly and richer for one's tarrying, to glance but lightly, yet with a deep smile of understanding at the torrent of detached and unmatched things which apparently makes the world--to love it all better than those caught in detachment can possibly love one another--to belong to the many by remaining apart from separate movements--at last to be the Spectator.... One may deal lightly with crowds, but never with _man_ or _woman_.... One may say he has all that civilisation has for any human creature; he may reasonably be bored by all departments of life, but there is enough for an eternity of reverent study and adoration in the nearest human face. The lovelier the human face, the more easily we can discern the divine in it.... You get nowhere without loving something. This is the hardest kind of material gospel.... We are all incognito--the greater we are, the less perfectly disguised. * * * * * First and last our dream of Romance means Motherhood--mysterious enactments that the mere male can never know, no longer the motherhood of the mammal, but the coming of the Guest, the Shining One--the giving of body and mind and soul, no fear, no stipulation, no impeding form of thought--more than that, it means a giving of the child to the world.... The Valley Road Girl expresses it in this sharp, short picture: Once a woman lived in a dense forest, and had a man-child alone there. As it grew, the woman impressed upon it the greatness of God and the wonder of all things. Then one day, she led him by the forest-paths to the Highway, and left him there. It means the Madonna who looks up, rather than down, at the head upon her breast.