The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1919-06-30

beautiful ideaiism, the. romance Of
the noble purpose that filled the heart
Of these dear boys OF ours.
Death Is but life's greatest ad-
adventure. Hitherto we have been
fearful Of embarkins upon It. We
dreaded the hour when It approached
u.s. the moment when our footsteps
must tread upon its threshold. But
now 1t has a new meaning. a
Going west" What vision of golden
sunset of roseate-tinted clouds. Of
crimson skies. of radiant splendor
painted upon the walls of the world
by the master artist Of the universe.
Going West"--a journey outward
from the shore OF our accustomed
habits. It's true, but on what a sea
OF limitless splendor and beauty and
mystery sea whose uphearing
wars caress the frail bark of our be-
ing, whose breezes carry the incense
of sweetness hitherto unknown.
upon whose bosom there is the peace
that passeth understanding. Going
west we all are. but beyond the gol-
den CLEANS Of that western glory is
the greater beauty of sunrise that
shall have no setting--and in whose
efulgence rest tllese---our boys.
Gave. Not Lost. Their Lives
DR.. Freeman spoke az follows;
Not a Richmond boy lost his life
IN the war: each OF 200 gave his life.
We cannot mourn a company that
won world-honor. We cannot write
down as loss that by which ali man
KIND gains.
The steep ascent of our days Of bat
tie was but the continuing upward
gradiant OF our years of national his
tory. America made ready for Can
tigny at Concord. AZ Chanceliors-
vile she steeled herself for Chateau
Thierry. For the Argonne she trained
at Antietam Montmedy became pos
sible at the Mclean House. The spirit
the Bots des Ogons and the Twenty
ninth in the Bots de Consenvoye was
the well-husbanded inheritance Of pio-
neer centuries of discipline and hard
ship. persistence and idaalism 1t was
because America had bought union
with treasury of blood that she did
not fear to put Il to the test in 1917.
II was because she had made Justice
vital that her sons challenged the
Huns who threatened to destroy it.
with apprecistive perspective
Years Day Of Changed World Or
ueIs ouT OpyS JNeF were ana are
our students, our friends. our fellow
workers, our sons--but more Ameri-
cas- than ours. more the times than
Americas, more eternitys than the
times One in ideals with the ever
moving hosts of freedom. thew take
their place in gloried ranks than
span the sphere. We claim them still
by same: In fame they belong to the
ages We do not essay to recount
their deeds: for that the tongue of our
skilled enough. We shall not prove
their nobility; their courage disclosed
nobility. we cannot confer IL. We
do not hail them great and greater:
service is greatness, all comparative Of
greatness are OF service. In the last
review the high command is OF the
heart To be boastful. even Of our
dead sons and brothers. is to show
ourselves unworthy OF them We
would be humble with their humility.
faithful with their Patriotism, ardent
with their sacrifice. We have NO ma
tional salvation in a vicarious sacri-
fee we will not emulate. Ry the beau
~ OF their death would we heautify
life-our own, our city's our nations.
I'VE find in our duh road their shin
In every nobler mood
We feel the orient Of their shirt
glow.
Part of our life's unalterahle good,
OF all our saintlier aspiration
They come TRANSPORTED back.
Secure from change In their high
hearted ways,
Beautiful evermore, and with the RAYS
OF morn on their white Shields OF ex-
pectation.'' (LowelD.
ITO be hidden In immortal ranks is
greater glory than to stand alone in
sunset above a dying herd. To live only
as a numeral In Americas casualty list
is fame surprising him who heads a
selfish generations fading scroll The
anonymity OF every unidentified sol
dier's grave in France is itself an
agnomen OF valor. But who that knew
in life those lads OF varied minds and
hopes respecting ever their unity OF
service. would wish them known only
as Richmond's zoo, From the grave
calls out the inextinguishable ego.
From the heart of these hundreds
blood claims its own So should we
hold each. as all. in deathless mem
ory A. dawn on September 2s-the
"H-hour" of Americas service to the