There is a clipping from the Outlook, of an article by Lyman Abbott quoting Roosevelt to American troops, June 5, 1917, on the text from Micah, “What more doth the Lord require of thee than to do justly and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?”
Then there is a quotation from Shakespeare:
“Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do,
Nor light them for ourselves. For if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, ’twere all alike
As if we had them not.”
Pages of meditation are given to dreams—service—conversion—going to the war in 1915 with the Harvard Medical Unit—the place of religion in daily life—the will—the religion of duty.
Another clipping—in large print—bears the words: “Not to love, not to serve, is not to live.”
In the back of the book is pasted an extended description of the death of Edith Cavell.
In one place he writes: “I don’t want a squashy credulity weakening my resolution and condoning incompetency—but just a faith of optimism which is that of youth and makes me do things regardless of the consequences.”