The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . tt, as with Nelson, his country will notcount flaws. What do they matter? Howare they visible in the sunlight of achieve-ment? A country must cherish andguard its heroes. We have climbed with him in hispath to power. We have seen him pet-ulant, factious, hungry, bitter. And yetall the time we have felt that there wasalways something in him different inquality from his fellow-politicians whenthey aired the same qualities, that therewas an imprisoned spirit within himstruggling for freedom and scope. Atlas
The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . tt, as with Nelson, his country will notcount flaws. What do they matter? Howare they visible in the sunlight of achieve-ment? A country must cherish andguard its heroes. We have climbed with him in hispath to power. We have seen him pet-ulant, factious, hungry, bitter. And yetall the time we have felt that there wasalways something in him different inquality from his fellow-politicians whenthey aired the same qualities, that therewas an imprisoned spirit within himstruggling for freedom and scope. Atlast it bursts its trammels, he tossespatronage and intrigue to the old polit-ical shylocks, and inspires the policy ofthe world. Vanity of vanities! Twentyyears after his epoch of glory, three yearsafter his death, Britain has reached thelowest point in her history. But stillshe is the richer for his life. He be-queaths a tradition, he bequeaths a when men think of duty and achieve-ment they look to one or the other. Itwill be an ill day for their country wheneither is LIFES Martha Haskell Clark The Wide World Stands a-welcomiiig be-side the sunny way,For page and squire and knight anddame to halt and ride away ;And crimson sweet the roses flamed thatlay upon my breast,When all the world was but an inn, andI a welcome guest. The knights were lion-hearted and theirladies lily fair;The silver armour glittered bright uponthe roadway there,W^hen each far distant turning held thepromise of a all the world was but an inn, andI a welcome guest. No knock was there of Misery nor stepof grimy Toil;But bold Adventure raised the latch,his palfrey heaped with Romance flew to hold his rein andwait on his behest,When all the world was but an inn, andI a welcome guest. And what care I that youth must fade,and love locks turn to gray?Forsooth, at every inn there lies somereckoning to pay!Ive warmed my heart beside their fire,partaken of their best.
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