Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1902-03-01

tory may tell their story In her grand
est and sublimest style, but with all her
grandeur she fails to tell enough, For
theirs are the lives OF the noble and the
great, theirs are the lives who have
chosen the path Of glory for their home,
Perhaps the Hottest type of the patri-
OF arising like the mountain peak above
the mists into the clear sun light where
the shafts of malice Of treachety ana
deceit cannot reach is the Father
Of our country. For that cause that ne
adored, he suffered the pangs Of
thousand deaths, Others have pos
sessed virtues as great but seldom IN
the history of all time has the fate OF
q nation 80 depended upon one man
alone. Had he fallen at Princeton,
Trenton or Germantown, liberty would
have fallen with her champion.
When he saw the good Of his ooun-
Try az stake he could hang Mai, Andre,
though he pitied him. he could ride
through the binding sleet In the dark
ness OF the night TO direct his soldiers,
and then with the sorrow OF tears, VISIT
the deathbed Of his enemy; he could
stay his country when about 10 iall IN
the dark and unseen abyss; ana WIN
the sincerity OF his conviction he could
spurn the throne Of a monarch
As long as time shall last, That aWful
winter at Valley Forge VIII remain to
adorn the pages Of history and 20 In
spre millions yet unborn While
the British were feasting and revealing
In Philadelphia, Washington shivered
and starved In that valley Of death
While many Americans boarded up the
necessities OF life, while the 'insatiate
thirst for wealth filed the minds OF
many Of his countrymen while physl-
Clans ate the dellcaces OF the wounded
and the dying, while supposed patriots
united to overthrow his power wash
ington, gaunt. hungry and chilled by
the northern blasts OF winter starved
I'm that abominatiOn Of desoation Were
not these the times that tried mems
souls?
How differently the traitor Arnold
served his country In her hour OF need!
Brave and undauuted he had charged
at the canon's mouth, and many a VIC
tory had he won for his native land:
then like the Judas Of old, covering
under the cloak OF night, he betrayed
those stars and stripes FOR paltry gold.
But his last words tell the curse with
which he died when he said, Il am the
only man born In the new world that
can raise his hand up TO God and say
Fl have not a friend-not one In all
America"
. accused craving for gold, to what
wilt thou not impsl the mortal hearty
oh, that some good spirit had prompted
him TO fight at the battle Of Brandy.
wine that he might have lain out
stretched with those dying heroes. An,
on that battlefield In the silence OF
that night when Phoebus' sister In all
her loneliness swung from the eastern
hills. when those tiny beams came trip
ping by 10 kiss the brows Of those war
riors dead! In that night when the
wind did gently Kiss the trees, wafung
their songs Of praise TO the dome OF
heaven on that night when the angel
OF peace from her courts Of glory came
down 10 gather those heroic souls back
TO their welcome home'
o patriotism, thou art the nobIest
divinity that anlmates the human
breast: thy course. though rough and
rugged. though strewn with throns ana
thistles il the path Of glory the path
whereby that man may have II he dare
choose, a glorious life or grave O
goddess, thy name Is written
In every her0's heart. thy smiles are
the sunbeams that cast their rays OF
gladness into the weary soul; thy songs
are sweeter than the music OF the
stars; thy voice lnspireth all creation;
thy face llumeth the world!