Bisbee daily review., 1918-10-06
4 Vision

will appear an heir whose countenance will shine around the earth. This Is the dark and heavy hour of the nation prepara- ton for the great event. We sow and do not reap; we weave and do not wear; our toll Is without recompense and our tears all in vain. Our boys leave home, not for war, but for training camp. Our railroads strain with their burdens and our workmen strive and sweat and our money Is poured forth in flood, not for cannon and shells to strike at the foe, but for place and ma chine to make them; not for implements and engines and agents of war, but for the mould and roof and site out of which these shall be born.
 This Is the hard time But wait The hour draws near Our cantonments and factories and shipyards, both here and in France, are being finished Every day marks completed cradle for some mighty child of war to be rocked in for day be- fore it toddles to Flanders fields. Our ways have been laid for ships, and soon keels will grind their wooden sides. Our boys, who went from home to camp by the hum dreds of thousands are just going now from camp to war Nearly two million over there, they say. but patience! soon there will be three and then we shall see.
 Three bond issues have gone before and the Marne and St. Mihiel and the Argonne have been written as balance against the account We are writing six billions more on the debit side of the national book. Yes, but when the June roses bloom in France, the moving hand will write again on the credit side and Valenciennes, Metz, Saar- brucken, Karlsrhue, the Rhine these will shine upon that page and their light will dazzle the eye so that the figures upon the debit side cannot be seen for their glory.
 Patience yet a little while. October, November, December. dark, heavy, slow months all, with our millions and money and men and munitions and might all bur jed under the motionless winter mountain of snow January February, cold months still, with the cruel, cunning Prussian bend ing every mental effort and every depraved strategem to escape his punishment in full. Spiritual as well as physical courage will be needed then; moral stamina as well as mere gameness will be needed also. Wait! Lift up thy heads, oh, ye everlasting gates Here are the winds of March blowing the winter away At last the mountain movesl from its bottomless depths wherein we bur jed our dollars and our men and our efforts and our faith and our all so long ago comes forth a flower of flame that shall bloom and never die In the springtime comes the resurrection of every planted flower of hope and tree of life. Look at that western battle front now, and you shall see.
 An, what a spectaclel Line upon line of moving men, and their columns shall never end. And behind them are the guns Oh, the guns thousands upon thousands of them Guns you have been making for two years Guns that had to be made be- fore those men could move. Look again at these men. Do you recognize them ? Of course not They are the boys you used to know in the shops and offices and stores and on the farms at home But see them now Fighting men, finished and fine. Wise and calm and tireless and skill ful and resourceful and polished and feath er-edged and steel-tipped and copper-rim- med and indomitable and invincible legion mares of the new republic of the west, come to save the free peoples of the old world. Nothing can stop or stay them and their guns. What picture of that coming hour! And a picture as true and as sure any vision any prophet of the school of Ramah in old Israel ever foretold.
 This Is the heavy hour. The winter of preparation is not yet overpast. There IS yet much to do. The seed is only being sown. Not for months will come the har- vest. We must still buy bonds and give for war work and charities and build and mould