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He permeated our lives. He was always steadfast. He took
enormous pride in the accomplishments of his family,
of his friends and of his associates. He asked nothing
in return except that they do their best, keep their faith,
love their fellow man and set their sights high in pursuit of
honorable goals.

Nelson Rockefeller was a man of contrasting qualities;
ebullient and yet withdrawn; gregarious and lonely; joyful
and driven, full of the moment yet somehow marked by
eternity. He could be pugnacious in asserting his
beliefs but he respected those who differed with him. He
could be hard but never petty; single-minded but never
malicious. His enemies were the slipshod and the
second rate.

Nelson always had a marvelous time. Nothing was too
trivial for his attention. He would rearrange the furniture
in a friend's living room with the same enthusiasm that
he rebuilt Albany or threw himself into projects to study the
nation's future. He loved caviar and he loved hot dogs.
He loved parties and travel and meeting people. And he
loved art, not only for the sake of beauty but because it
expanded the reach of the human spirit.

He was a noble man who gave strength but asked for no
reciprocity. None of us ever heard him complain. He
never shared his sorrow, only his inspiration. He considered
himself so blessed that he felt that he had no right to
burden others with the doubts and worries inseparable from
the human condition even in a man so strong as himself.
It was an extraordinary burden which cumulatively
drained him though he would never have admitted it.
Nelson was truly his brother's keeper.

Nelson could not express in glib words the wellsprings of
his motivations. One had to know him well to understand
the tactile manner in which he communicated—the

meanings of the nudges, the winks and mumbles by
which he conveyed his infinite caring.

He was an artist. Sudden, unexpected flashes of insight
startled, and sometimes astounded, one.

I have known no public figure who so often reflected about
the spiritual. The Brotherhood of Man and the Fatherhood
of God was not a cliché for Nelson; it was a call to
action, the motive force of his life. He practiced his faith
but he was too humble to preach it. He fought against
injustice and fostered equality but he thought it unseemly
to adopt the clamoring tone of protest. He helped the
downtrodden but he thought it demeaning to publicize
acts of Christian love.

Untypical as he would seem to be, Nelson Rockefeller
was quintessentially American. For other nations, utopia
is a blessed past never to be recovered; for Americans it
is just beyond the horizon. One has to work with
Americans—not listen to them—to experience their faith.
One had to work with Nelson Rockefeller to sense his
dauntless strength, his pragmatic genius, his unquenchable
optimism. Obstacles were there to be overcome; problems
were opportunities. He could never imagine that a
wrong could not be righted or that an honorable aspiration
was beyond reach. Self-pity, or rage, or resentment were
incomprehensible to him.

He was born to leadership. Every decade, Nelson had
another project: to build Rockefeller Center, to inspire a
Museum of Primitive Art, to gather the nation's experts
to study the problems of coming decades, to expand
the State university system, to rebuild the State capital, to
survey the problems of Latin America, to define our critical
choices, to solve the energy problem. His faith in reason
and democracy and the human personality was boundless.
He never looked back. He often seemed remote because

he was already living in a future which most of us
had not yet understood.

He loved his family and he loved his country. In his mind,
the two were connected. It is not a simple matter to be
born to great wealth and power in an egalitarian society.
But he was proud of his heritage which he interpreted
as a summons to honor and to duty. He deeply believed
that his moral obligation was a privilege. Service was not a
favor he rendered to others; they did him honor by
permitting him to help.

And just as he unabashedly believed it his family's duty to
serve their country, so he was convinced that it was his
country's duty to vindicate its values by reaching out
to the rest of mankind with the message of hope and
freedom. Skeptics might scoff at his belief in America's
moral mission. But then cynics do not build cathedrals.

He revered his Presidents whether or not he agreed with
them. As a patriot, he sought to ease their burden. He
winced when associates made unworthy comments about
those who in his view had been entrusted with our future
and, therefore, the hopes of mankind. One of the few times
he became impatient with me was over a decade and a
half ago when I had just seen President Kennedy
and reported that I had told him what I thought wrong with
some particular policy. Did I have a remedy, Nelson
wanted to know. And when I said no, he chided me:
"You should always remember that a President is over-
whelmed by problems. Your duty is to offer solutions."

Nelson would be proud that two Presidents have honored
him by attending this service. He would be touched at
the act of grace of President Carter who found time amidst
the care of his duties for several gestures to ease the
family's bereavement and then to extend the one solace
that would have stirred Nelson the most: that his nation
understood and appreciated his love and devotion to it.

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He would be grateful to President Ford, whom he loved
and whom he served with unselfish dedication as
Vice President. He refuted the cynics who expected him
to chafe at the limitations of the office, then stepped aside
in midterm without slackening in his devotion to his
responsibilities. Nelson's ambition was to *serve*, not to *be*.

Much has been said or written about the frustration Nelson
experienced because he never achieved the presidency.
This misunderstands the man. His failure to reach the presi-
dency was, in my view, a tragedy for the country. What a
great President he would have been! How he would
have ennobled us! What an extraordinary combination
of strength and humanity, decisiveness and vision! Yet,
I never heard him express even one word of disappointment.
As with everything, he sought the office with zest; but when
it eluded him, he went on to new challenges—undaunted,
resilient, inexhaustible.

In a sense, there was something inevitable and even noble
in his gallant failure to win the nation's highest office.
And, here again, the myths are wrong. He never succeeded
not *despite* the fact that he was a Rockefeller but *because*
of it. His entire upbringing made him recoil before
appearing to the people he wanted to serve as if he were
pursuing a personal goal. Having been already so privileged
he felt that he had no right to ask anything for himself as
an individual. And so this superb campaigner who
genuinely loved people eschewed the personal pursuit of
delegates. He sought the office by trying to present to the
nation the most sweeping vision of its future and the
best blueprints to attain it. He had a touching faith in the
power of ideas. It is not quite the way our boisterous
political process works, more geared as it is to person-
alities than to programs.

And yet, in the final accounting, it was often Nelson who
worked out the agenda which others then implemented

as national policy. The intellectual groundwork for many
innovations was frequently his. He continually called
the nation's leaders and thinkers to their responsibility, to
make their commitments and apply their best efforts to the
future of the nation. Destiny willed it that he made his
enduring mark on our society almost anonymously in the
programs he designed, the values he upheld and the
men and women whose lives he changed.

Nelson was never quite sure that he had done enough to
fulfill the moral obligations of his inheritance. This
assemblage is the best testimony to how well he succeeded.
Legislators and diplomats, the eminent and the humble,
Americans and foreigners of all faiths and races and nations
are here to pay tribute to the scope of his achievements, to
the reach of his spirit and, above all, to the greatness of
his heart. This distinguished gathering would tell Nelson
the one thing that, because of his humility, his friends
knew better than he—how much he sustained the public life
and honor of his country.

As I have thought about my gallant friend, it occurred to
me that his role in our society was symbolic of America's
role in the world. Like him, we are uniquely strong;
like him, we are idealistic and a little inarticulate. If he were
here, he would tell us: Do not look back. The future is
full of exciting challenges. Do not be afraid or ashamed of
your strength; neither hoard it nor abuse it; it is not a
burden but God's blessing conferring an opportunity to
oppose tyranny, to defend the free, to lift up the poor, to give
hope to the disadvantaged and to walk truly in the paths
of justice and compassion.

When Nelson was relaxed, he did not speak about power
but about love. He meant not the sentimental, demanding
emotion which too often is a form of selfishness. Rather, it
was the grace of the inwardly strong, an all-embracing
feeling that only those who are truly at peace with
themselves can dare to articulate.

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# OPENING SENTENCES AND PRAYER OF INVOCATION

Dr. William Sloane Coffin, Jr.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for Thou art with me. Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me.

Jesus said, My peace I give unto you. Not as the world gives, give I unto you. Let not your hearts be troubled. Neither let them be afraid.

Let us pray.

O, God, who has created a world beautiful beyond any singing of it, and yet, one which is filled with heartaches and rebuffs and the mysteries of pain and death, help us to wait upon Thee with reverent and believing hearts.

In this hour, speak to us of eternal things that we may be lifted up above our darkness and distress into the light and peace of Thy presence, where love is immortal and death is only a horizon, and the horizon is nothing but a limit of our sight.

All this we ask in the name of Thy dear son who taught us when we meet together to pray, saying,

Our Father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done on earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts,
As we forgive our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil:
For thine is the kingdom, and the power,
and the glory for ever.

Amen.

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# ANTHEM

## PSALM 23—The Lord Is My Shepherd

T. Matthews

The Riverside Choir, Doris Holloway, Soloist

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

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SELECTED READINGS

Ann Rockefeller Roberts

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.*

These words of Walt Whitman speak to me of my father. I can almost hear him saying them to us. He was what he was— exuberant, energetic, extravagant. He was all these things and more without hesitation, without regret, with conviction, at home as well as in the public eye.

To be his children was not always easy, but he filled our lives with excitement and he challenged us to reach beyond our grasp. Not one of us will ever forget his insistence that we use our playtime to learn languages; his determination that we travel with him in Latin America and work on his projects; his willingness to share his love of art with us by spending hours together hanging pictures, and his wanting us to help build a chicken coop or a garden wall, so as to learn the use of our hands and the dignity of work.

He was energy itself. My mother felt his presence at home even before she saw or heard him.

After his death, my children and I were startled at how small his body looked. The vibrant spirit that gave power to his presence was gone.

To Father, life was meant to be lived. As we leave this church today, he would want us to get on with it—to go forward to take our lives in our hands fully and joyfully, as he did.

* Walt Whitman. "Song of Myself," *Leaves of Grass*.

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As we share our grief at Father's death, let us listen
to Paul's bold comfort to the Romans:*

*What then shall we say to this? If God is for us, who is against us? He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, will he not also give us all things with him?*

*Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?*

*No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus Our Lord.*

* Romans 8: 31-32, 35, 37-39.

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SELECTED READINGS

Rodman C. Rockefeller

My brother, Nelson, Jr., told us in his moving talk at the
graveside that the spirit of our father, Nelson, will be with
us always.

For seventy years his family, his country and the world
lived with, enjoyed and were benefited by that spirit.

He was born into a period of revolutionary change which
continues up until today. World War I was the background
of his childhood, the Roaring Twenties influenced his
teenage years and he graduated into adulthood with the
Depression.

Into that world came Nelson Rockefeller, a man of power,
of wealth and equipped with the confidence born of that
power and wealth.

He loved people and the hurly-burly of the political
campaign. We share the image of his first statewide
campaign, from Nathan's on Coney Island to Niagara
Falls—as he charged into cheering crowds with “Hi ya fella”
for everyone he could reach.

He came early to his love of, and response to, people. He
found his first professional political love in Latin America.
That warm and genuinely uncritical response of one
man to another matched his nature and kindled a lifetime
love and respect. In many ways, his six years as Coordinator
of Inter-American Affairs were the most enjoyable and
fruitful of his lifetime.

This response to the deep human qualities of people
everywhere was matched by his instinctive seeking for
justice and a greater purpose. His very personal power
demanded a framework of law and of purpose.

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He told an audience in 1958:

> America is the political expression of our great Judeo-Christian heritage. In the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution and the Bill of Rights, the Founding Fathers sought to make explicit in law what was implicit in the teachings of the prophets and in Christ's teachings as to the sanctity of the human person. Out of these deeply spiritual beliefs has grown our whole concept of political freedom and the freedom of economic opportunity which has contributed so much to their realization.

In our pluralistic, dynamic society, which so matched his own complex personality, the role of law was one he understood and promoted. He said:

> We cannot have a free society if people don't know the rules. We cannot have a law-abiding society if people don't understand the laws.

To understand the warmth and the depth of my father's spirit, one must turn to the role that appreciation and collecting of art played in his life. As he said at the opening of the "Family of Man" exhibition:

> I am sure that all of you have found, just as I have, that recourse to works of art yields a refreshment of spirit that can be attained in no other way. For the artist sees with an eye that is clearer and more penetrating than the vision of ordinary perception.

The life of a whole man has unfolded before us, strong, even arrogant, impatient, yet wise and foreseeing, integrated in his love of life in all its daily challenge, yet governed by the purposes and the principles he grew up with.

His respect for ideas was as great as his love of ideals. The possibility of progress through rational study and the application of human talent to the solution of human

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problems was a belief he held deeply. He stated in 1976:

*Scientific advancement, economic progress and the quest for freedom have marched together in America for over two centuries.*

And again, he said:

*Human welfare is the true goal of economic progress. We share a faith in the inherent dignity and worth of the individual and in the capacity and desire for self-improvement of human beings of whatever nationality, creed, race or color. Basic to this well-being is economic growth and a rising standard of living.*

Father was an eternal optimist, a man who saw in public and private service the highest opportunity to fulfill himself and his destiny. He was a politician who was not interested in politics for itself but as a means to govern. In government, he saw the fruition of his drives and abilities, in the solving of problems.

In the end, one turns back to the beginning to gain a perspective on my father's life. At the depths of World War II, he stated in this church:

*One day the noise will subside. One day the murk and stench of war will be cleared away. Weary eyes will search horizons, seeking that with which to build anew. And presently, in awed silence, they will see emerging the ideal of democracy, unchanged, untouched—the Christian vision of universal brotherhood.*

I thank God that the world is a better place because Nelson Rockefeller passed by.

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# SOLO

## Dear Lord and Father of Mankind

Roberta Peters, Soprano

Frederick C. Maker

John Greenleaf Whittier

Arrangement, Frederick Swann

Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our foolish ways.

Reclothe us in our rightful mind;

In purer lives thy service find,

In deeper reverence, praise.

In simple trust like theirs who heard,
Beside the Syrian sea,
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word,
Rise up and follow thee.

O sabbath rest by Galilee!

O calm of hills above!

Where Jesus knelt to share with thee

The silence of eternity,

Interpreted by love.

Drop thy still dews of quietness,

Till all our strivings cease;

Take from our souls the strain and stress,

And let our ordered lives confess

The beauty of thy peace.

Breathe through the pulses of desire
Thy coolness and thy balm;

Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire:

Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,

O still, small voice of calm.

Amen.

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# WORDS OF COMMEMORATION

David Rockefeller

We are gathered together here in this beautiful sanctuary of The Riverside Church from many parts of the country and the world, and from many sectors of our society, to pay tribute to the memory of Nelson Aldrich Rockefeller. Your being here today means so much to Happy, Laurance and all members of the family. We have been through a difficult period—with John's recent death and the deaths of Winthrop, and our sister, Abby, only a few years before.

I speak to you this morning as Nelson's youngest brother and as a member of a large family which he loved and from which he drew strength—a family to which he gave devoted and constructive leadership.

Nelson was a man of action, with a deep belief in the worth and dignity of the individual, in the democratic process, in the American enterprise system, and in the responsibility of each citizen to revere God and to help his fellow man. He loved beauty in nature and in the arts. He loved the companionship of people. He loved life.

These traits represented a synthesis of the qualities of his two grandfathers and of his parents, all of whom he greatly admired.

Grandfather Aldrich served for thirty-one years as United States Senator from Rhode Island. He was majority leader for the last seventeen years of his term. He played an active role in the formulation of key economic policies of our country at a critical period before and after the turn of the century. Even though Senator Aldrich died when Nelson was a small boy, Nelson's fascination for government and politics undoubtedly stemmed from the legacy of the man for whom he was named and about whom he heard much from his mother.

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Grandfather Rockefeller, founder of one of America's great industries, lived until Nelson reached full maturity. They were devoted to one another and saw one another frequently. Nelson's respect for rugged individualism, for creative capitalism, for surrounding himself with able associates clearly came from this intimate association with his Grandfather Rockefeller.

From Father, whose upbringing as a devout Baptist, and whose lifetime devotion to philanthropy led him to pioneer in fields such as education, conservation, race relations and medical research, Nelson learned that opportunity and responsibility go hand in hand. His strong adherence to Judeo-Christian principles and his respect for all religions were deeply imbedded in him by Father and guided his actions throughout his life. For this and a commitment to discipline and hard work, Father provided prime inspiration.

No one had a stronger impact on Nelson's life than Mother. When Nelson was fifteen years old, Mother wrote him:

> I am eager that you shall be much above the ordinary in character and achievement. The world needs fine men. There is a great work waiting to be done. I want you to train yourself to meet any opportunity the future may hold in store for you.

It was she who gave him a love of the visual arts, which was a key element in his creativity. It also provided him with joy and relaxation. It was she who imparted to him a concern for people—their qualities, their problems, their aspirations—and who imbued him with a capacity to find people—all kinds of people—a source of unending exhilaration and satisfaction. It was her uncanny intuition and wisdom which gave to Nelson and, indeed, to all of us, subtle guidance and inspiration.

The impact on Nelson of these four powerful and very

different personalities gave him a strong sense of purpose, perhaps even of mission. It made him the strong, magnetic leader he was.

After graduating from Dartmouth College, where these qualities of leadership were already manifest, Nelson joined the family office to work with Father on family affairs. A year or two before, Father had started the construction of Rockefeller Center. Work had hardly begun before the Great Depression hit the country and the bottom dropped out of the real estate market. With no prior experience, Nelson immersed himself in the building and leasing of Rockefeller Center, and, along with Mother, in selecting works of art to adorn it. He, more than any other person, was responsible for making Rockefeller Center, described by pundits at the time as a white elephant, a financial and civic success.

At the same time, Nelson became deeply engrossed with the Museum of Modern Art, which Mother and two other women had started a short time before. Once again his qualities of leadership, coupled with his interest in the arts and in efficient management, contributed enormously to its becoming the world's pre-eminent museum of contemporary art.

Nelson was always a champion of family solidarity—something in which Mother also fervently believed. It was Nelson's far-sightedness and leadership which brought us together as a family unit—and out of which grew many joint initiatives, including the Rockefeller Brothers Fund. Close at his side, and with unswerving devotion and loyalty, in good times and in bad, was my brother Laurance, with whom Nelson always had a very special relationship.

Nelson's career in public service began in 1939, when President Roosevelt asked him to take on a special assignment in relation to Latin America as Coordinator of

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Inter-American Relations. In this position, he demonstrated
his unusual capacity to relate with sensitivity and feeling
to peoples of diverse culture and background to make
them feel to be equal "Partners in Progress." This country's
relations with our Latin American neighbors were
never better than during the period when he was
Coordinator.

While he cherished the several appointive positions that
he held in government, Nelson felt that only through
elective office would he truly represent the people in a
democratic society. His four terms as Governor
of the State of New York brought him the challenge he
was looking for more than any other task that he undertook
during his life. He relished the matching of wits, the rough
and tumble, which is inherent in political life.

In reviewing Nelson's accomplishments as Governor, one
sees the fulfillment of his heritage—the establishment
of the New York State Arts Council, the creation of the
Adirondack State Park, and the dramatic expansion of the
State University of New York, to mention just a few.

His role as Governor was often controversial and
provocative. He showed great vision as a planner, great
courage as a doer and he gave of himself without stint.

The climax of Nelson's career as a public servant was the
two years he served with President Ford as Vice President of
the United States. I am sure that Nelson would have been
deeply touched and honored to think that President Ford,
as well as President Carter, were attending this
service today.

For us in the family, this is a day of mourning, but it's
also a day of thanks. Our family owes Nelson a great deal
for his vision, for his radiant strength, for his initiative
in setting goals and for the strong leadership he gave
to every area that he touched. His departure leaves a gap

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WORDS OF COMMEMORATION

Henry A. Kissinger

That Nelson Rockefeller is dead is both shattering and nearly inconceivable. One thought him indestructible, so overpowering was he in his energy, warmth and his deep faith in man's inherent goodness. For twenty-five years, he had been my friend, my older brother, my inspiration and my teacher.

I first met Nelson Rockefeller when, as an assistant to the President, he called me, a graduate student, to join one of the panels of experts he was forever setting up to ponder the nation's future. He entered the room slapping backs, calling each of us by the best approximation to our first name that he could remember, at once outgoing and remote. Intoxicated by the proximity of power, all of us sought to impress him with our practical acumen and offered tactical advice on how to manipulate events. After we were finished, the smile left his face and his eyes assumed the hooded look which showed that we were now turning to things that mattered. "What I want you to tell me," he said, "is not how to maneuver. I want you to tell me what is right."

"What is right?" For Nelson Rockefeller this was the quintessential question, both naive and profound, at once shaming and uplifting. It was the definition of his integrity. All that was twenty-five years ago. When that phone call came last Friday night, it seemed that our relationship had just started. And now, it was already over.

No one who did not have the privilege of experiencing Nelson's selfless dependability, his infinite thoughtfulness, can possibly appreciate how desolate our life has now become. And yet we would not trade places with anyone; his friendship will be our badge of honor so long as we live.

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# PRAYER

Dr. Martin Luther King, Sr.

Let us pray.

O, God, our Father, we lift up our hearts and souls to Thee
in prayer. Grant, O, God, that we shall now come to see
that our friend has fallen on a sleep. It isn't a dream;
it's real. Grant that the family and all of us will come to
grips with this and face it.

We thank Thee that we're not home yet. We tarry for
awhile here. But one day, we shall all get home.

Thou has given us a beautiful world. It may well be that
we have not been good attendants as we might have been,
but we thank Thee for the beauty of this world.

We thank Thee for the life that was so beautifully lived
among us, as has been said by each speaker. Now, God, we
want to go on to be better and to ever remember and
praise the memory and life of our friend, father, brother,
uncle. All of us, O, God, are deeply touched. Thou knowest
how this touches my very soul and heart. We do not
know how long 'twill be nor what the future holds for
any of us. But, thank God, we know who holds the future.

We pray Thy blessings upon the minister of this church.
Give him continued leadership and strength to carry on
here in this place.

We pray for our government. We pray for our President
of this country and his family; all that go to make up
America, to make America the kind of place we really
want it to be.

Now, God. Now, God. We will wait. We will wait. We will
keep faith. We will keep on looking up despite what
we meet. Sometimes we feel our portion is more than it
ought to be but Thou dost know what is best for all of us.

Now, God, this is our prayer. In Thy name, we pray.

Amen.

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# BENEDICTION

Our recessional will be a little unusual, but not unfamiliar.
Rocky liked it, so he'll go on and we'll go out to,
"*Sweet Georgia Brown.*"

And now, under God's loving mercy, we commit thee,
Nelson. The strain and stress is over.

May the Lord bless thee and keep thee.

May the Lord make His face to shine upon thee and be
gracious unto thee.

May the Lord lift up the light of His countenance upon
thee and give thee peace forever more.

And may we go forth in joy and be led forth in peace.

Amen.

# RECESSIONAL MUSIC

Lionel Hampton

*Sweet Georgia Brown*

USHERS

Harry W. Albright, Jr.

James M. Cannon

Joseph Canzeri

Dana S. Creel

William M. Dietel

J. Richardson Dilworth

Robert R. Douglass

John French

Berent Friele

Nancy Hanks

Wallace K. Harrison

George L. Hinman

Kathleen M. Huldrum

T. Norman Hurd

Dr. Lindsley F. Kimball

Mary M. Kresky

John E. Lockwood

Alton G. Marshall

Hugh Morrow

Donal C. O'Brien, Jr.

Richard D. Parsons

Dr. Kenneth Riland

William J. Ronan

Oscar M. Ruebhausen

Arthur R. Taylor

Ann C. Whitman

George D. Woods

A Tribute to
NELSON A. ROCKEFELLER

*Made on the occasion of his 70th birthday*

The Chinese character for “crises” combines the symbols for “opportunity” and “danger.” Nothing could illustrate better Nelson’s philosophy and profound belief that all problems or crises, regardless of magnitude, are potential opportunities.

His power of positive thinking seems absolutely unlimited!

Nelson is not only a great statesman but he also is endowed with qualities of a truly creative artist.

Statesmanship and artistic ability have one important characteristic in common—the capacity for making order out of chaos!

The principal difference is that an artist works with paint and canvas and a statesman works with people in terms of their political, social and economic problems.

Throughout his lifetime, Nelson has dramatically demonstrated this fantastic ability to be both statesman and artist! To endlessly bring order out of chaos—whether it be within the Family, the State, the Nation, or the World itself!

To sum up my feelings, let me say that I have always loved and admired Nelson as a brother and as a friend for as long as I can remember.

Laurance S. Rockefeller

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That Nelson Rockefeller is dead is both shattering--
and nearly inconceivable. One thought him indestructible,
so overpowering was he in his energy, warmth and capacity
for love. His buoyant vitality, his deep faith in man's
inherent goodness, uplifted all those whose lives he touched.
For twenty-five years he had been my friend, my older brother,
my inspiration and my guide--matter-of-factly, unobtrusively,
intuitively at my side when he was most needed, instilling
a sense of confidence and duty, of commitment to the values
in which he believed so deeply.

I first met Nelson Rockefeller when as an assistant
to the President he called me, a graduate student, to
Washington to join one of the panels of experts he was
forever setting up to ponder the nation's future. He
entered the room slapping backs, calling each of us by
the best approximation of our first name he could remember,
at once outgoing and remote. Intoxicated by the proximity
of power all of us sought to impress him with our practical
acumen and offered tactical advice on how to manipulate
events. After we were finished the smile left his face and
his eyes assumed the hooded look which showed that we were
now turning to the things that mattered. "What I want you
to tell me," he said, "is not how to maneuver. I want you
to tell me what is right."

"What is right?" For Nelson Rockefeller this was the
quintessential question, both naive and profound, at once
shaming and uplifting. It was the definition of his
integrity. All that was twenty-five years ago. When the
phone call came last Friday night it seemed that our relation-
ship had just started. And now it was already ended.

No one who did not have the privilege of experiencing
Nelson's selfless dependability, his embracing thoughtfulness,
can possibly appreciate how desolate our life has now become.
Our lives without him are an uncharted territory; a suddenly
stark and hazy future. And yet we would not trade places
with anyone; his friendship will be our badge of honor so
long as we live.

He permeated our lives. He was always steadfast.
He took enormous pride in the accomplishments of his friends
especially when they served their nation. When he was Vice
President of the United States he was nearly always at the
airport when I returned from a foreign mission. He would
give me a bearhug--saying little--and drive off. By these
gestures he infused strength and hope and inspiration. Of
his friends and associates he asked nothing except that they

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Nelson Rockefeller was a man of many contrasting
qualities; ebullient yet withdrawn, gregarious and still
lonely, joyful and driven, full of the moment yet always
somehow marked by destiny. He could be pugnacious in
asserting his beliefs but he respected those who differed
with him; he could be hard but never petty; singleminded
but never malicious. His enemies were the slipshod and the
second-rate.

Nelson always had a marvelous time. Nothing was too
trivial for his attention. He would rearrange the furniture
in a friend's living room with the same enthusiasm that he
rebuilt Albany or threw himself into projects to study the
nation's future. He loved caviar and hot dogs. He loved
parties and travel and meeting people. And he loved art
not only for love of beauty but because it expanded the
reach of the human spirit.

He was a noble man who gave succor but asked for no
reciprocity. None of us ever heard him complain; he never
shared his sorrow, only his inspiration. He considered
himself so blessed that he felt he had no right to burden
others with the doubts and worries inseparable from the
human condition even in a man so strong as himself. It
was an extraordinary burden which cumulatively drained him
though he would never have admitted it. He was truly
his brother's keeper.

Nelson could not express in glib words the wellsprings
of his motivations. One had to know him well to understand
the tactile manner in which he communicated--the meanings
of the nudges, winks and mumbles by which he conveyed his
infinite caring. He was an artist; sudden unexpected
flashes of insight startled and sometimes astounded one.
I have known no public figure who so often reflected about
the spiritual. The Brotherhood of Man and the Fatherhood
of God was not a cliché for Nelson; it was a call to
action, the motive force of his life. He practiced his
faith but he was too humble to preach it. He fought
against injustice and fostered equality but he thought
it unseemly to adopt the clamoring tone of protest; he
helped the downtrodden but he thought it demeaning to
publicize acts of Christian love.

Untypical as he would seem to be, Nelson was
quintessentially American. For other nations, Utopia is
a blessed past never to be recovered; for Americans it is
just beyond the horizon. One has to work with Americans--

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not listen to them--to experience their faith. One had to
work with Nelson Rockefeller to sense his dauntless strength,
his pragmatic genius, his unquenchable optimism. Obstacles
were there to be overcome; problems were opportunities.
He could never imagine that a wrong could not be righted
or that an aspiration was beyond reach. Self-pity or rage or
resentment were incomprehensible to him. The imperfections
of our society were not an excuse for bitterness but a call
to duty.

He was born to leadership. Every decade Nelson
had another project: to commission the murals of Rockefeller
Center, to inspire a Museum of Primitive Art, to gather
the nation's experts to study the problems of coming decades,
to expand the State university system, to rebuild the
State capital, to survey the problems of Latin America,
to define our Critical Choices, to solve the energy problem.
His faith in reason and democracy and the human personality
was boundless. He never looked back. He often seemed
remote because he was already living in a future which
most of us had not yet understood.

He loved his family. He loved his country. And in
his mind the two were connected. It is not a simple matter
to have great wealth and power in an egalitarian society.
But he was proud of his heritage which he interpreted as a
summons to honor and duty. He deeply believed that his moral
obligation was a privilege. Service was not a favor he
rendered to others; they did him honor by permitting him
to help.

He revered his Presidents whether or not he agreed
with them. As a patriot, he sought to ease their burden;
he winced when associates made unworthy comments about
those who in his view had been entrusted with our future
and therefore the hopes of mankind. One of the few times
he became impatient with me was over a decade and a half
ago when I had just seen the then President and reported
that I had told him what I thought wrong with some particular
policy. Did I offer an answer?, Nelson wanted to know.
And when I said no, he chided me: "You should never tell
a President that he has problems; he is too overwhelmed
by them as it is. Your duty is to offer solutions."

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Nelson would be proud that two Presidents have honored him by attending this service. He would be touched at the act of grace of President Carter who in these days of bereavement found the time amidst the cares of his duties for several gestures to ease the family's pain and then to extend the one solace that would have stirred Nelson the most: that his nation understood and appreciated his love and devotion to it.

He would be grateful to President Ford, whom he loved for giving him the opportunity to serve his nation and whom he served with unselfish dedication as Vice President. He defied the cynics who expected him to chafe at the limitations of the office, then stepped aside in mid-term without complaint or slackening in his devotion to his responsibilities. Nelson's ambition was to serve, not to be.

Much has been said or written about the frustration that Nelson experienced because he never achieved the Presidency. This misunderstands the man. His failure to reach the Presidency was in my view a tragedy for the country. What a great President he would have been! How he would have ennobled us! What an extraordinary combination of strength and humanity, decisiveness and vision--a natural born leader. Yet I never heard him express even one word of disappointment. As with everything, he sought the office with zest; but when it eluded him he went on to new challenges, undaunted, resilient, inexhaustible.

In a sense there was something inevitable and even noble in his gallant failure to win the nation's highest office. Here again the myths are wrong. He never succeeded not despite the fact that he was a Rockefeller but because of it. His entire upbringing made him recoil before appearing before the people he wanted to serve as if he were pursuing a personal goal; having been already so privileged he felt that he had no right to ask anything more for himself as an individual. And so this superb campaigner who genuinely loved people eschewed the personal pursuit of delegates. He sought the office by trying to assemble and present to the nation the most sweeping vision of its future and the best blueprints to attain it. He spent days and weeks seeking expert advice for substantive speeches telling the American people about its challenges and how to master them. He had a touching faith in the power of ideas. It is not quite the way our boisterous process works, more geared as it is to personalities than to programs.

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And yet in the final accounting it was often Nelson who worked out the agenda which others then implemented as national policy. The intellectual groundwork for many innovations was frequently his. Indeed he continually called the nation's leaders and thinkers to their responsibility, to make their commitments and apply their best efforts to the future of the nation. Destiny willed it that he made his enduring mark on our society in a way that transcends personality--almost anonymously in the programs he designed, the values he upheld and the men and women whose lives he changed.

Nelson was never quite sure that he had done enough to fulfill the moral obligations of his inheritance. This assemblage is the best testimony to how well he succeeded. Legislators and diplomats, the eminent and the humble, Americans and foreigners of all faiths and races and nations are here to pay tribute to the scope of his achievements, the reach of his spirit and above all to the greatness of his heart. This distinguished gathering would tell Nelson the one thing his friends knew better than he: how much he sustained the public life and honor of his country.

As I have thought about my gallant and beloved friend I was first seized by an inexpressible loneliness. And then it occurred to me that his role in our society was a symbolic of America's role in the world. Like him we are uniquely strong; like him we are idealistic and a little inarticulate. But if he were here he would tell us: do not look back, do not be afraid or ashamed of your strength; neither hoard it nor abuse it; it is not a burden but God's blessing conferring an opportunity to oppose tyranny, to defend the free, to lift up the poor, to give hope to the disadvantaged and to walk truly in the paths of justice and compassion.

When Nelson was relaxed he did not speak about power but about love. He meant not the sentimental, clinging, demanding emotion which often is a form of selfishness; rather it was the grace of the inwardly strong, an all-embracing feeling that only those who are truly at peace with themselves can dare to articulate.

In recent years he and I would often sit on the veranda overlooking his beloved Hudson River in the setting sun. I would talk more but he understood better. And as the statues on the lawn glowed in the dimming light Nelson Rockefeller would occasionally get that squint in his eyes which betokened a far horizon. And he would say, because I needed it, but above all because he deeply felt it: "Never forget that the most profound force in the world is love."

WORDS OF COMMEMORATION

Henry A. Kissinger

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SELECTED READINGS

ANN ROCKEFELLER ROBERTS

RODMAN C. ROCKEFELLER

SOLO—*Dear Lord and Father of Mankind*

ROBERTA PETERS, *Metropolitan Opera*

WORDS OF COMMEMORATION

DAVID ROCKEFELLER

HENRY A. KISSINGER

*HYMN 440—*America, the Beautiful*

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O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,

For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!

America! America!
God shed his grace on thee,

And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.

2

O beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern, impassioned stress

A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!

America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,

Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.

3

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years

Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!

Amen

PRAYER

DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, SR.

MUSICAL TRIBUTE

LIONEL HAMPTON

BENEDICTION

DR. WILLIAM SLOANE COFFIN, JR.

RECESSIONAL MUSIC

LIONEL HAMPTON

* Congregation Standing

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A Tribute To

NELSON A. ROCKEFELLER

The Chinese character for "crises" combines the symbols for "opportunitity" and "danger." Nothing could illustrate better Nelson's philosophy and profound belief that all problems or crises, regardless of magnitude, are potential opportunities.

Statesmanship and artistic ability have one important characteristic in common — the capacity for making order out of chaos!

Throughout his lifetime, Nelson has dramatically demonstrated this fantastic ability to be both statesman and artist! To endlessly bring order out of chaos — whether it be within the Family, the State, the Nation, or the World itself!

Laurance S. Rockefeller

Reading Copy

THAT NELSON ROCKEFELLER WAS SO SHATTERED-- AND NEARLY INCONCEIVABLE. I ONE THOUGHT HIM INDESTRUCTIBLE, SO OVERPOWERING HIS INTEGRITY AND CAPACITY FOR LOVE. [His buoyant vitality his deep faith in man's inherent goodness, unquenched by those who give he touched.] FOR TWENTY-FIVE YEARS HE HAD BEEN MY FRIEND, MY OLDER BROTHER, MY INSPIRATION AND MY GUIDE--MATTER-OF-FACTLY, UNOBTRUSIVELY, INTUITIVELY AT MY SIDE WHEN HE WAS MOST NEEDED, INSTILLING A SENSE OF CONFIDENCE AND DUTY, OF COMMITMENT TO THE VALUES IN WHICH HE BELIEVED SO DEEPLY.

I FIRST MET NELSON ROCKEFELLER WHEN AS AN ASSISTANT TO THE PRESIDENT HE CALLED ME, A GRADUATE STUDENT, TO WASHINGTON TO JOIN ONE OF THE PANELS OF EXPERTS HE WAS FOREVER SETTING UP TO PONDER THE NATION'S FUTURE. HE ENTERED THE ROOM SLAPPING BACKS, CALLING EACH OF US BY THE BEST APPROXIMATION OF OUR FIRST NAME HE COULD REMEMBER, AT ONCE OUTGOING AND REMOTE. INTOXICATED BY THE PROXIMITY OF POWER ALL OF US SOUGHT TO IMPRESS HIM WITH OUR PRACTICAL ACUMEN AND OFFERED TACTICAL

THAT NELSON ROCKEFELLER WAS BOTH SHATTERING--
AND NEARLY INCONCEIVABLE. ONE THOUGHT HIM INDESTRUCTIBLE,
SO OVERPOWERING WAS HE IN HIS ENERGY, WARMTH, AND CAPACITY
FOR LOVE. HIS EXISTING VITALITY, HIS DEEP FAITH IN MAN'S
INHERENT GOODNESS, UPSETTED AND THOSE WHO LIVES HE TOUCHED.

THAT NELSON ROCKEFELLER IS DEAD IS BOTH SHATTERING--
AND NEARLY INCONCEIVABLE. ONE THOUGHT HIM INDESTRUCTIBLE,
SO OVERPOWERING WAS HE IN HIS ENERGY, WARMTH AND CAPACITY
FOR LOVE. HIS BUOYANT VITALITY, HIS DEEP FAITH IN MAN'S
INHERENT GOODNESS, UPLIFTED ALL WHOSE LIVES HE TOUCHED.
FOR TWENTY-FIVE YEARS HE HAD BEEN MY FRIEND, MY OLDER BROTHER,
MY INSPIRATION AND MY GUIDE--MATTER-OF-FACTLY, UNOBTRUSIVELY,
INTUITIVELY AT MY SIDE WHEN HE WAS MOST NEEDED, INSTILLING A
SENSE OF CONFIDENCE AND DUTY, OF COMMITMENT TO THE VALUES IN
WHICH HE BELIEVED SO DEEPLY.

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ADVICE ON HOW TO MANIPULATE EVENTS. AFTER WE WERE FINISHED THE SMILE LEFT HIS FACE AND HIS EYES ASSUMED THE HOODED LOOK WHICH SHOWED THAT WE WERE NOW TURNING TO THE THINGS THAT MATTERED. "WHAT I WANT YOU TO TELL ME," HE SAID, "IS NOT HOW TO MANEUVER. I WANT YOU TO TELL ME WHAT IS RIGHT."

"WHAT IS RIGHT?" FOR NELSON ROCKEFELLER THIS WAS THE QUINTESSENTIAL QUESTION, BOTH NAIVE AND PROFOUND, AT ONCE SHAMING AND UPLIFTING. IT WAS THE DEFINITION OF HIS INTEGRITY.

ALL THAT WAS TWENTY-FIVE YEARS AGO. WHEN THE PHONE CALL CAME LAST FRIDAY NIGHT IT SEEMED THAT OUR RELATIONSHIP HAD JUST STARTED. AND NOW IT WAS ALREADY ENDED.

NO ONE WHO DID NOT HAVE THE PRIVILEGE OF EXPERIENCING NELSON'S SELFLESS DEPENDABILITY, HIS ADOPTING THOUGHTFULNESS, CAN POSSIBLY APPRECIATE HOW DESOLATE OUR LIFE HAS NOW BECOME. OUR LIVES WITHOUT HIM ARE AN UNCHARTED TERRITORY; A SUDDENLY STARK AND HAZY FUTURE. BUT WE ENTER INTO IT AND YET WE WOULD NOT TRADE PLACES WITH ANYONE; HIS FRIENDSHIP WILL BE OUR BADGE OF HONOR SO LONG AS WE LIVE.

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HE PERMEATED OUR LIVES. HE WAS ALWAYS STEADFAST. HE TOOK ENORMOUS PRIDE IN THE ACCOMPLISHMENTS OF HIS/FRIENDS, especially when they served their nation. WHEN HE WAS VICE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES HE WAS NEARLY ALWAYS AT THE AIRPORT WHEN I RETURNED FROM A FOREIGN MISSION. HE WOULD GIVE ME A BEARHUG--SAYING LITTLE--AND DRIVE OFF. BY THESE GESTURES HE INFUSED STRENGTH, HOPE AND INSPIRATION. OF HIS FRIENDS AND ASSOCIATES HE ASKED NOTHING EXCEPT THAT THEY DO THEIR BEST, KEEP THEIR FAITH, LOVE THEIR FELLOW MAN AND SET THEIR SIGHTS HIGH IN PURSUIT OF HONORABLE GOALS.

NELSON ROCKEFELLER WAS A MAN OF MANY CONTRASTING QUALITIES; EBULLIENT YET WITHDRAWN, GREGARIOUS AND STILL LONELY, JOYFUL AND DRIVEN, FULL OF THE MOMENT YET ALWAYS SOMEHOW MARKED BY ETERNITY. DESTINY. HE COULD BE PUGNACIOUS INasserting his beliefs but he respected those who differed with him; he could be hard but never petty; singlemined but never malicious. His enemies were the slipshod and the second-rate.

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NELSON ALWAYS HAD A MARVELOUS TIME. NOTHING WAS TOO
TRIVIAL FOR HIS ATTENTION. HE WOULD REARRANGE THE FURNITURE
IN A FRIEND'S LIVING ROOM WITH THE SAME ENTHUSIASM THAT HE
REBUILT ALBANY OR THREW HIMSELF INTO PROJECTS TO STUDY THE
NATION'S FUTURE. HE LOVED CAVIAR AND HOT DOGS. HE LOVED
PARTIES AND TRAVEL AND MEETING PEOPLE. AND HE LOVED ART NOT
ONLY FOR LOVE OF BEAUTY BUT BECAUSE IT EXPANDED THE REACH
OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT.

HE WAS A NOBLE MAN WHO GAVE STRENGTH BUT ASKED FOR NO
RECIPROCITY. NONE OF US EVER HEARD HIM COMPLAIN; HE NEVER
SHARED HIS SORROW, ONLY HIS INSPIRATION. HE CONSIDERED HIMSELF
SO BLESSED THAT HE FELT HE HAD NO RIGHT TO BURDEN OTHERS
WITH THE DOUBTS AND WORRIES INSEPARABLE FROM THE HUMAN CONDITION
EVEN IN A MAN SO STRONG AS HIMSELF. IT WAS AN EXTRAORDINARY
BURDEN WHICH CUMULATIVELY DRAINED HIM THOUGH HE WOULD NEVER
HAVE ADMITTED IT. HE WAS TRULY HIS BROTHER'S KEEPER.

NELSON COULD NOT EXPRESS IN GLIB WORDS THE WELLSPRINGS

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OF HIS MOTIVATIONS. ONE HAD TO KNOW HIM WELL TO UNDERSTAND THE TACTILE MANNER IN WHICH HE COMMUNICATED--THE MEANINGS OF THE NUDGES, WINKS AND MUMBLES BY WHICH HE CONVEYED HIS INFINITE CARING. HE WAS AN ARTIST; SUDDEN UNEXPECTED FLASHES OF INSIGHT STARTLED AND SOMETIMES ASTOUNDED ONE.

I HAVE KNOWN NO PUBLIC FIGURE WHO SO OFTEN REFLECTED ABOUT THE SPIRITUAL. THE BROTHERHOOD OF MAN AND THE FATHERHOOD OF GOD WAS NOT A CLICHÉ FOR NELSON; IT WAS A CALL TO ACTION, THE MOTIVE FORCE OF HIS LIFE. HE PRACTICED HIS FAITH BUT HE WAS TOO HUMBLE TO PREACH IT. HE FOUGHT AGAINST INJUSTICE AND FOSTERED EQUALITY BUT HE THOUGHT IT UNSEEEMLY TO ADOPT THE CLAMORING TONE OF PROTEST; HE HELPED THE DOWNTRODDEN BUT HE THOUGHT IT DEMEANING TO PUBLICIZE ACTS OF CHRISTIAN LOVE.

UNTYPICAL AS HE WOULD SEEM TO BE, NELSON WAS QUINTESSENTIALLY AMERICAN. FOR OTHER NATIONS, UTOPIA IS A BLESSED PAST NEVER TO BE RECOVERED; FOR AMERICANS IT IS JUST BEYOND THE HORIZON. ONE HAS TO WORK WITH AMERICANS--NOT LISTEN TO THEM--TO EXPERIENCE THEIR FAITH. ONE HAD TO WORK WITH NELSON

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ROCKEFELLER TO SENSE HIS DAUNTLESS STRENGTH, HIS PRAGMATIC GENIUS, HIS UNQUENCHABLE OPTIMISM. OBSTACLES WERE THERE TO BE OVERCOME; PROBLEMS WERE OPPORTUNITIES. HE COULD NEVER IMAGINE THAT A WRONG COULD NOT BE RIGHTED OR THAT AN ASPIRATION WAS BEYOND REACH. SELF-PITY OR RAGE OR RESENTMENT WERE INCOMPREHENSIBLE TO HIM. [THE IMPERFECTIONS OF OUR SOCIETY WERE NOT AN EXCUSE FOR BITTERNESS BUT A CALL TO DUTY.]

HE WAS BORN TO LEADERSHIP. EVERY DECADE NELSON HAD ANOTHER PROJECT: TO COMMISSION THE MURALS OF ROCKEFELLER CENTER, TO INSPIRE A MUSEUM OF PRIMITIVE ART, TO GATHER THE NATION'S EXPERTS TO STUDY THE PROBLEMS OF COMING DECADES, TO EXPAND THE STATE UNIVERSITY SYSTEM, TO REBUILD THE STATE CAPITAL, TO SURVEY THE PROBLEMS OF LATIN AMERICA, TO DEFINE OUR CRITICAL CHOICES, TO SOLVE THE ENERGY PROBLEM. HIS FAITH IN REASON AND DEMOCRACY AND THE HUMAN PERSONALITY WAS BOUNDLESS. HE NEVER LOOKED BACK. HE OFTEN SEEMED REMOTE BECAUSE HE WAS ALREADY LIVING IN A FUTURE WHICH MOST OF US HAD NOT YET

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UNDERSTOOD.

HE LOVED HIS FAMILY. AND IN HIS MIND THE TWO WERE CONNECTED. IT IS NOT A SIMPLE MATTER TO BE BORN TO HAVE GREAT WEALTH AND POWER IN AN EGALITARIAN SOCIETY. BUT HE WAS PROUD OF HIS HERITAGE WHICH HE INTERPRETED AS A SUMMONS TO HONOR AND DUTY. HE DEEPLY BELIEVED THAT HIS MORAL OBLIGATION WAS A PRIVILEGE. SERVICE WAS NOT A FAVOR HE RENDERED TO OTHERS; THEY DID HIM HONOR BY PERMITTING HIM TO HELP.

AND JUST AS HE UNABASHEDLY BELIEVED IT HIS FAMILY'S DUTY TO SERVE THEIR COUNTRY, SO HE WAS CONVINCED THAT IT WAS HIS COUNTRY'S DUTY TO VINDICATE ITS VALUES BY REACHING OUT TO THE REST OF MANKIND WITH THE MESSAGE OF HOPE AND FREEDOM. SKEPTICS MIGHT SCOFF AT HIS BELIEF IN AMERICA'S MORAL MISSION. BUT THEN CYNICS DO NOT BUILD CATHEDRALS.

HE REVERED HIS PRESIDENTS WHETHER OR NOT HE AGREED WITH THEM. AS A PATRIOT, HE SOUGHT TO EASE THEIR BURDEN; HE WINCED WHEN ASSOCIATES MADE UNWORTHY COMMENTS ABOUT THOSE WHO IN HIS