LILLE, LAON, AND ST. DIÉ LILLE, LAON, AND ST. DIÉ JOHN H. FINLEY Lille, Laon, and St. Dié! I. What memories, from far away, Rise through the dimming mists of years, Of those who daily look across The furrowed, crimsoned fields of loss Lille! II Long, long ago I was in Lille; I'd see the living Tête de Cire And ne'er contented be elsewhere In this then peaceful world. 'Twas there They made for me a regal feast; But now we here who have the least 159 Have more than they who had the most Laon! III I climbed to Laon above the plain That now holds Laon, in blasphemy Would Père Marquette would come and call The Strafe and Krieg and answ'ring guerre In this free land whose mightiest flood From Lille and Laon and St. Dié. And St. Dié! IV Dear is this village of the Vosges LILLE, LAON, AND ST. DIÉ And to herself repeating o'er The word she whisp'ring spoke before America, from that same bowl Thou 'lt be baptized anew in soul; V Lille, Laon, and St. Dié! Our battle front, as theirs to-day Of long-dreamed human brotherhood. Fight for a free humanity, Fight for the thing that ought to be, 161 VIVIANI AT SPRINGFIELD' Gentlemen and Ladies: Before coming here we went to the field of silence to lay quick-fading flowers on the immortal tomb of Abraham Lincoln and bear to his shade the greeting of all France. And I would have you know that however great the distance between Springfield and France may be, the radiance of his noble face has long been known in our native land. In no democracy did any man offer the world a purer image than he by his noble career. That career is far better known by you than by me. You know that, born of the people, the son of a man who could not read, after having in his youth suffered every sort of privation, he rose through silent meditation, by study, to the full cultivation of his mind and the full development of his will. You know that silently he rose to the summit of civic honor; and that from the summit he had attained he looked with untroubled gaze upon a great, an heroic, a tragic duty; he knew that the minds of men cannot without abasement live in contact with injustice. And that is why whatever pity and compassion rent his soul, since the equality of all human beings must needs be proclaimed, since the laws must needs rise to the level of man's dignity in all places, he let loose civil war upon his native land—that civil war whose heroes we have seen in their old age reconciled, wherever we have passed. On the morrow of his gigantic enterprise he died. He cannot be said to have been buried in his triumph; that triumph will last as long as an American is left to revere it, and 1 Delivered May 7, 1917. |