A Book of Myths, by Jean Lang - Umnet

glibly referred to by blasphemous lips, and look on a picture that tears
our hearts, and yet makes our hearts big with pride, we can understand
how it was that those heroes who fought and died in the Valley of the
Scamander came in time to be regarded not as men, but as gods.
There is no tale in all the world's mythology finer than the tale that
began in August 1914. How future generations will tell the tale, who
can say?
But we, for whom Life can never be the same again, can say with all
earnestness: "It is the memory that the soldier leaves behind him, like
the long train of light that follows the sunken sun--that is all which is
worth caring for, which distinguishes the death of the brave or the
ignoble."
And, surely, to all those who are fighting, and suffering, and dying for
a noble cause, the GOD of gods, the GOD of battles, who is also the
GOD of peace, and the GOD of Love, has become an ever near and
eternally living entity.
"Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be,
They are but broken lights of Thee, And Thou, oh Lord, art more than
they."
JEAN LANG.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] Teutonic Heathendom.
[2] John Kelman, D.D., Among Famous Books.
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