Better than any inscription or memorial, however, are the words of his own poem, The Soldier, in which his love for his country still lives. It echoes to-day in the hearts of many who, at their country’s call, “go to war in the cause of peace.”
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
A CITIZEN OF THE WORLD: HERBERT C. HOOVER
I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem matter of indifference to me.
Terence.
THIS is the story of a young hero of to-day—of a leader who has, we may well hope, as many rich, useful years before him as those that make the tale we are about to tell.
History is not often willing to call a man happy—or a hero—while life lies ahead of him. Time can change everything. Time alone can prove everything. We must wait for the judgment of time, it is said.