THE CHILD WHO is decked with prince's robes and who has jewelled chains round his neck loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at every step. In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps himself from the world, and is afraid even to move. Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keep one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.
THROUGH THE troubled history of man comes sweeping a blind fury of destruction and the towers of civilisation topple down to dust. In the chaos of moral nihilism are trampled underfoot by marauders the best treasures of Man heroically won by the martyrs for ages. Come, young nations, proclaim the fight for freedom, raise up the banner of invincible faith. Build bridges with your life across the gaping earth blasted by hatred, and march forward. Do not submit yourself to carry the burden of insult upon your head, kicked by terror, and dig not a trench with falsehood and cunning to build a shelter for your dishonoured manhood; offer not the weak as sacrifice to the strong to save yourself.
