[it Is Possible] That The Race Of

They Grow Stiff In The Joints. They Get In A Rut. They Go To Seed.

A Noble Life Crowned With Heroic Death, Rises Above And Outlives The Pride And Pomp And Glory Of The Mightiest Empire Of The Earth.

..remember That Under Our Institutions There Was No Middle Ground For The Negro Race Between Slavery And Equal Citizenship.

The World's History Is A Divine Poem, Of Which The History Of Every Nation Is A Canto, And Every Man A Word. Its Strains Have Been Pealing Along Down The Centuries, And Though There Have Been Mingled The Discords Of Warring Cannon And Dying Men, Yet To The Christian Philosopher And Historian - The Humble Listener - There Has Been A Divine Melody Running Through The Song Which Speaks Of Hope And Halcyon Days To Come.

Suicide Is Not A Remedy