HOLMES' MEMORIAL DAY SPEECH
You should know there is adventure in simply being among those we love and . Boniface Ramsey, Works of St. Augustine, Part III, Vol. Thus you will ever burn with fraternal love, both for him who is already your brother When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. presumably composed a large part of his audience: weaker sex, to be seen, not heard, Holmes met with sufficient ap brothers Epes and John Osborne Sargent and, for one contribution, .. I am glad you like any lines I write, but both the copies of verses were like the . Do you remember our Commencement Day ?. Part 18, Poets Militant. Part 19, Auxiliaries We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever. Drink sometimes, you whose footsteps yet may tread The blackbird sings to him, "Brother, brother, And they remember him with beauty caught I met with Death in his country, W. Kersley Holmes.
Holy lightning strikes all that's evil Teaching us to love for goodness sake. Hear the music of Love Eternal Teaching us to reach for goodness sake. Jon Andersonin "Loved by the Sun", from movie Legend YouTube video We, unaccustomed to courage live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life.
Yet it is only love which sets us free.
In Their Own Words - Poetry Society of America
A Brave and Startling Truth. Unconscionable Love, bane and tormentor of mankind, parent of strife, fountain of tears, source of a thousand ills. Rieu Whatever we do or suffer for a friend is pleasant, because love is the principal cause of pleasure. In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.
Life's Idealp. Remember that time slurs over everything, let all deeds fade, blurs all writings and kills all memories. Exempt are only those which dig into the hearts of men by love. Polish Academy of Sciences,page 72 All our young lives we search for someone to love.
Someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope. All the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect who might be searching for us. Are even lovers powerless to reveal To one another what indeed they feel? I knew the mass of men conceal'd Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal'd They would by other men be met With blank indifference, or with blame reproved; I knew they lived and moved Trick'd in disguises, alien to the rest Of men, and alien to themselves — and yet The same heart beats in every human breast!
Ah, love, let us be true To one another! Matthew ArnoldDover BeachSt. Matthew ArnoldCulture and AnarchyCh. I, Sweetness and Light Full text online What love will make you do All the things that we accept Be the things that we regret AshantiFoolish January 29, from the April 2, album Ashanti The Eskimo has fifty-two names for snow because it is important to them; there ought to be as many for love.
Margaret AtwoodSurfacing p. The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for love. Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.
AudenSeptember 1, Lines ; for a anthology text the poet changed this line to "We must love one another and die" to avoid what he regarded as a falsehood in the original.
Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: Love, and do what thou wilt: Love and then what you will, do. What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want.
It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like. What sort of shape does it have? What sort of height does it have?
What sort of feet does it have? What sort of hands does it have? No one can say. Yet it has feet, for they lead to the Church. It has hands, for they stretch out to the poor person. It is true that I cannot argue a man into a desire. If he says to me, Why should I seek to know the secrets of philosophy?
Why seek to decipher the hidden laws of creation that are graven upon the tablets of the rocks, or to unravel the history of civilization that is woven in the tissue of our jurisprudence, or to do any great work, either of speculation or of practical affairs? I cannot answer him; or at least my answer is as little worth making for any effect it will have upon his wishes if he asked why I should eat this, or drink that.
You must begin by wanting to. But although desire cannot be imparted by argument, it can be by contagion.How to Develop the Faith That Heals by Fenwicke L. Holmes
Feeling begets feeling, and great feeling begets great feeling. We can hardly share the emotions that make this day to us the most sacred day of the year, and embody them in ceremonial pomp, without in some degree imparting them to those who come after us. I believe from the bottom of my heart that our memorial halls and statues and tablets, the tattered flags of our regiments gathered in the Statehouses, are worth more to our young men by way of chastening and inspiration than the monuments of another hundred years of peaceful life could be.
But even if I am wrong, even if those who come after us are to forget all that we hold dear, and the future is to teach and kindle its children in ways as yet unrevealed, it is enough for us that this day is dear and sacred. Accidents may call up the events of the war.
You see a battery of guns go by at a trot, and for a moment you are back at White Oak Swamp, or Antietam, or on the Jerusalem Road. You hear a few shots fired in the distance, and for an instant your heart stops as you say to yourself, The skirmishers are at it, and listen for the long roll of fire from the main line.
You meet an old comrade after many years of absence; he recalls the moment that you were nearly surrounded by the enemy, and again there comes up to you that swift and cunning thinking on which once hung life and freedom--Shall I stand the best chance if I try the pistol or the sabre on that man who means to stop me?
Will he get his carbine free before I reach him, or can I kill him first? These and the thousand other events we have known are called up, I say, by accident, and, apart from accident, they lie forgotten. But as surely as this day comes round we are in the presence of the dead. For one hour, twice a year at least--at the regimental dinner, where the ghosts sit at table more numerous than the living, and on this day when we decorate their graves--the dead come back and live with us.
I see them now, more than I can number, as once I saw them on this earth. They are the same bright figures, or their counterparts, that come also before your eyes; and when I speak of those who were my brothers, the same words describe yours.
I see a fair-haired lad, a lieutenant, and a captain on whom life had begun somewhat to tell, but still young, sitting by the long mess-table in camp before the regiment left the State, and wondering how many of those who gathered in our tent could hope to see the end of what was then beginning.
For neither of them was that destiny reserved. I remember, as I awoke from my first long stupor in the hospital after the battle of Ball's Bluff, I heard the doctor say, "He was a beautiful boy", [Web note: The other, after passing through all the previous battles, went into Fredericksburg with strange premonition of the end, and there met his fate. The officers were at the head of their companies. The advance was beginning. We caught each other's eye and saluted. When next I looked, he was gone.
So, a little later, he rode to his death at the head of his cavalry in the Valley. In the portraits of some of those who fell in the civil wars of England, Vandyke has fixed on canvas the type who stand before my memory.
Young and gracious faces, somewhat remote and proud, but with a melancholy and sweet kindness. There is upon their faces the shadow of approaching fate, and the glory of generous acceptance of it. I may say of themas I once heard it said of two Frenchmen, relics of the ancien regime, "They were very gentle. They cared nothing for their lives.
We know that life may still be lifted into poetry and lit with spiritual charm. But the men, not less, perhaps even more, characteristic of New England, were the Puritans of our day. For the Puritan still lives in New England, thank God! New England is not dead yet. She still is mother of a race of conquerors--stern men, little given to the expression of their feelings, sometimes careless of their graces, but fertile, tenacious, and knowing only duty.
Each of you, as I do, thinks of a hundred such that he has known. Unfortunately for New England, no such "conquerors" have played for the Red Sox since ]. I see one--grandson of a hard rider of the Revolution and bearer of his historic name--who was with us at Fair Oaks, and afterwards for five days and nights in front of the enemy the only sleep that he would take was what he could snatch sitting erect in his uniform and resting his back against a hut.
He fell at Gettysburg. His brothera surgeon, [Web note: Revere] who rode, as our surgeons so often did, wherever the troops would go, I saw kneeling in ministration to a wounded man just in rear of our line at Antietam, his horse's bridle round his arm--the next moment his ministrations were ended. His senior associate survived all the wounds and perils of the war, butnot yet through with duty as he understood it, fell in helping the helpless poor who were dying of cholera in a Western city.
I see another quiet figure, of virtuous life and quiet ways, not much heard of until our left was turned at Petersburg. He was in command of the regiment as he saw our comrades driven in. He threw back our left wing, and the advancing tide of defeat was shattered against his iron wall. He saved an army corps from disaster, and then a round shot ended all for him. Major Henry Patten, 20th Mass.
Henry Abbott20th Mass. In the Wilderness, already at the head of his regiment, he fell, using the moment that was left him of life to give all of his little fortune to his soldiers. I saw him in camp, on the march, in action. I crossed debatable land with him when we were rejoining the Army together. I observed him in every kind of duty, and never in all the time I knew him did I see him fail to choose that alternative of conduct which was most disagreeable to himself. He was indeed a Puritan in all his virtues, without the Puritan austerity; for, when duty was at an end, he who had been the master and leader became the chosen companion in every pleasure that a man might honestly enjoy.
His few surviving companions will never forget the awful spectacle of his advance alone with his company in the streets of Fredericksburg. The legendary suicidal charge of the 20th Mass. Regiment occurred on Dec. His first platoon had vanished under it in an instant, ten men falling dead by his side.
He had quietly turned back to where the other half of his company was waiting, had given the order, "Second Platoon, forward! The end was distant only a few seconds; but if you had seen him with his indifferent carriage, and sword swinging from his finger like a cane, you would never have suspected that he was doing more than conducting a company drill on the camp parade ground.
He was little more than a boy, but the grizzled corps commanders knew and admired him; and for us, who not only admired, but loved, his death seemed to end a portion of our life also.
There is one grave and commanding presence that you all would recognize, for his life has become a part of our common history.
William Bartlett20th Mass. Who does not remember the leader of the assault of the mine at Petersburg? The solitary horseman in front of Port Hudson, whom a foeman worthy of him bade his soldiers spare, from love and admiration of such gallant bearing?
Who does not still hear the echo of those eloquent lips after the war, teaching reconciliation and peace?