A Country's Greatness Lies In

Once In The Dream Of A Night I Stood Lone In The Light Of A Magical Wood, Soul-deep In Visions That Poppy-like Sprang; And Spirits Of Truth Were The Birds That Sang, And Spirits Of Love Were The Stars That Glowed, And Spirits Of Peace Were The Streams That Flowed In That Magical Wood In The Land Of Sleep.

We Want Deeper Sincerity Of Motive, A Greater Courage In Speech And Earnestness In Action.

One Needs A Seer's Vision And An Angel's Voice To Be Of Any Avail. I Do Not Know Of Any Indian Man Or Woman Today Who Has Those Gifts In Their Most Complete Measure.

A Country's Greatness Lies In Its Undying Ideals Of Love And Sacrifice That Inspire The Mothers Of The Race.

My Husband Is Exceedingly Busy. For Some Time The Talk Of His Going Had Been Slack, But Just Now Again There Seems To Be A Move To Get Him Sent To The Front!