Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-02-05

craftsmanship
In those days chow far they seem
through the Redeemed years that followed
this masterful scholar in politics loved espe-
cially certain lines Of Wordsworth's Happy
Warrior" Who is the happy warrior. he
be?"
IT'S he whose law is reason
Who If he rise to station Of command,
Rises by open means; and there will
stand
On honorable terms, or else retire,
And in himself possess his own desire;
Whose power sheds round him in the
common strife,
Or mild concerns of ordinary life,
constant influence, a peculiar grace;
But who, if called upon to face
Some awful moment to which heaven
has joined
Great issues, good or bad, for human
kind,
Is happy as a lover; and attired
With sudden brightness like a man in
spired;
And through the heat of conflict keeps
the law
In calmness made and sees what he
foresaw.
How Geographic of Woodrow Wilson'S soul!
And how prophetic! Had he laid the bur-
den down in 1917, ere Americas sword was
unsheathed for the Great War, he still
statesmen; but all that he had dreamed and
done before was now but a springboard to
vaster issues.
A world thinker he became, doing the
will of the Eternal Mind. He saw America
as no hermit nation hugging her chattels
for safety, but as one to whom nothing Of
humanity was alien, friend to freedom
the earth around and cher1sher of i'm
mortal values. So he met the challenge of
but as a crusader for peace. 1--WE shall
fight for the things we have always carried
democracy, for the right Of those who sub
NIT to authority to have a voice in their
own governments, for the rights and lfber-
ties Of small nations for a universal do
minion of right by such concert of free
peoples as shall bring peace and safety to
all nations and make the world itself at
last free" Proclaiming war to end wars,
he caught his battle cry from the heart of
the Prince of Peace: eve have no selfish
dominion. We seek no tndemnities for our
selves, no material compensation for the
sacrifices we shall freely make" Gray In
triguers Of diplomacy grasped as little Of
his meaning then as party bosses had
aforetime; and some there are to whom his
ideas are still as foolishness and stumbling
block. But the multitudes understood.
Mothers of bleeding France, watchers at
lonely, hearthsides beyond the Alp SHOWS
and the Rhine, toilers of every land, sorrow
ers under every flag, soldiers in every camp
and legion of Truth heard the voice of
Wilson, which was then the voice of
America, as, the trumpet-herald of a new
and fairer world.
That their hope might not be deferred he
spent himself to the uttermost, pouring out
his life In heroic labors and meeting a
martyrdom more bitter than fire or sword
His failure was for a season; his success
will be for the ages. He was not all-wise-
"The gods will give us faults to show us
we are men" But he was all-sincere and
to his heavenly vision.
True to his life was his greeting of
death! When told that the call had come,
II am ready" he said, and serenely awaited
the embarking. We can but think of Ten
nyson's knightly Arthur, broken with battle
and forspent with grievous wounds, borne
darkly down the pillows of the mystic lake.
far on and on past mortaTs keenest ken
till
From the dawn it seemed there came
but faint,
CAS- from beyond the limit of the
world,
Sounds, as If some fair city were one
voice
Around king returning from his wars
So passes a noble American to his splen-
dour. But who here shall lift his shield
and bear his sword? Who keep his faith
and bear his sword? Who keep his faith
and lead his cause? Lord God Of
Hosts, be with us yet, lest we torget!"