The Covington leader. (Covington, Tenn.) 18??-current, 1918-11-21

ilization, but in this hour of victor,
| let us not forget the work of gu
heroic allies, and particularly o
brave Belgium and grand and gallan
| France. These bore the burden O
the battle in the heat of the day, ant
now that the victory has been won
let US say, as was said by Admira
Schley when the smoke of Santiago
1 had cleared away, "There is glor.
enough for us all"
This is indeed a great day for thu
free people Of this world, but it il
a bad day for the kings who recog
nize no law but their own sweet will
Such kings are no longer the fashion
even in Germany. From that coun,
try a score of lesser lights will soor
follow the Kaiser into that outer
darkness where there is weeping and
crashing of teeth-kings' teeth.
This is indeed a happy occasioni
but there is one chord of sorrow
I that must be touched tonight. Those
who gave most for victory are not
here. Their voices are hushed for
ever. Some have been brought back
home to sleep beside friends and kim
dred gone before. Others have found
their last resting places in the great
sea or under the vine-clad hills of
Sunny France. But they did not die
in vain. With their lives they vim
dictated the cause of humanity and
humanity's God, and there is con-
ISOLATION in the thought that those
who fall for God shall rise star.
In this hour of rejoicing, as we
honor our brave soldiers, Red Cross
nurses and other war workers who
served at the front, let us not for
get that the brightest laurels of all
should be worn by none of these,
but rather should be placed upon the
brow of that uncrowned queen whose
face reflects the light from above
the mother Of the American soldier
In all wars it is the mothers who
give most and suffer most; and now
that this one is so happily ended,
their cup Of joy is full to the brim
and running over.
And t9night as we give honor to
those worthy of great honor, let US
remember that the great allied VIC
tory was as much due to the pen of
Woodrow Wilson as to the sword of
Marshal Foch.
One other thought, and / am
through. AT no time in this struggle
did the American people lose hope,
but with calm and steadfast faith
awaited the victory they knew must
come. In the darkest hour of the
war, during the great German drive
last spring, when it seemed that civ
ilization was trembling in the balance,
made a speech in which / sought
to express an assurance of certain
victory, quote from that speech
now:
Though the world burns and bleeds
and the night hangs its curtain above
our head, God is not dead. Above
the cloud Of storm, still shines a star,
and not the star of the evening that
sinks beneath horizon of deepest
dark, but the star Of the morning
that only fades into the brighter light
Of the coming day-that day of hope
and promise which the man of faith
looks for and longs for, when the
swords shall be beaten into plough
shares and the spears into pruning
hooks-that day when golden slip
pered Democracy shall trample into
dust the serpent head of autocracy-
that day when prosperity shall again
wave its wand of plenty over lands
made desolate by the red hand of
war-that day when the throned and
sceptered king shall join with the toll
ing peasant in the universal chorus
Of liberty-that day when the victo-
rious allies shall proclaim as the SUI
preme law Of this world the right of
every nation, great or small, to live
and be free and back that declaration |
with the united force of league and
covenant of democratic empires whose
power no future ruler shall ever dare |
to challenge-that bright and happy |
day, Mothers Day, when God shall |
smile His answer to the prayers Of |
countless mothers that daily ascend |
to the Throne-that great and not
able day-the coronation day Of De-
when the master interpreter |
IF the new freedom and the supreme
spokesman Of democratic heroes liv-
ng and heroes dead--Woodrow Will
son-shall pronounce the benediction
and a just and lasting peace to al
am glad that / do not have to
take back anything that was said
then. We now see the dawn of that
golden day of which / spoke, and we
shall soon be surrounded by the |
splendors of the cloudless noon.