In what country has nature opened her royal hands with a more regal bounty?
It cannot be named.
Has there been any failure of harvest?
No.
Has there been pestilence, invasion, or civil strife?
No.
Then why is it that the signal guns of distress sound all along the commercial seas, telling of brave ships going down?
Why is it that the feet of the homeless and the unemployed beat the pavements of our great cities with a never-ending march?
Oh, brothers! why are so many hearths chill and dark, so many hungry mouths unfed, so many despairing souls weighed down with the nameless dread of the unknown future?
We have left the beaten track of our fathers. We have let the old landmarks be forgotten. We have gone after strange gods.