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Rh Endurance, love, will yet prevail Against all laws of hate; Such armaments can never fail Our race its best estate. Let none make common cause with sin, Be that in honor bound, For they who fight with God must win On every battleground. Though wrongs there are, and wrongs have been, And wrongs we still must face, We have more friends than foes within The Anglo-Saxon race. In spite of all the Babel cries Of those who rage and shout, God’s silent forces daily rise To bring his will about. —George Marion McClellan.

Were it mine to select a woman As queen of the hall of fame; One who has fought the gamest fight And climbed from the depths of shame; I would have to give the sceptre To the lowliest of them all; She, who has struggled through the years, With her back against the wall. Wronged by the men of an alien race, Deserted by those of her own; With a prayer in her heart, a song on her lips She has carried the fight alone.