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Rh When it becomes necessary as a matter of self-preservation, for men to suppress their honest convictions, pander to a corrupt public sentiment, to honor those who are unworthy of honor, to cringe before the power of money, and to shout huzzas to gilded villiany; when the Angel of Justice forsakes the Ship of State; when millions ask for "bread, but get a stone"; when moral honesty becomes a jest and a by-word with those in power, then indeed, arc we all at sea, without chart, or compass, or rudder, without helmsman, or pilot, or engineer, drifting, drifting toward the rocks! But, as even the sea is swept around by the horizon of Heaven, so our ocean of woe is overbrooded by the love of God!

And may we not hope that America may yet become the Messiah of nations even though it may be through other "Gethsemanes of Agony", or other Seas of sorrow but, leading ultimately, to grander heights of national glory where Justice shall build her shrines, Humanity her homes, Science her temples, and the Religion of Righteousness her altars!

Just think of it I Here are God's everlasting symphonies vibrating through all nature. Here are the rivers and rivulets that run over the earth rejoicing. Here the grand old mountains, the primeval rocks, the luxuriant forests, the smiling fields and lovely valleys—the star-gemmed heavens glittering and glowing with an unearthly glory—the delicate and dewy flowers, laden with an etherial sweetness, and with a beauty as if borrowed from the Holy Lands of the Angels! Yea, here are ten thousand times ten