Ogden Standard-Examiner | 1920-05-30 | Page 4 | All on the Way to the Grave

I j ALL ON THE WAY TO THE GRAVE. H ' The path from the cradle to the grave is short. Measured in tht H: light of all time, the life of man is but a flickering flame, a tiny Hi I spark, a flash of fire and embers. But that is not all of life. It is H: , but the least noteworthy of some lives of the lives of those who HL Were truly great. For. their earthly careers ended not at the grave. H They live on. They live through all the time that follows. H , The sum total of all the world has today, of all civilization, all H knowledge, all love, all happiness, all understanding, all the joys, H' comforts and pleasures of existence, are the fruits of lives lived be-H be-H 1 fore, humans who have gone on, beings who existed, struggled, de-Hp de-Hp veloped, drove ahead, and left behind them when they entered the tomb a better world, a happier human family, a more desirable ex-Istence ex-Istence for their children and their children's children. H That is something to remember this Decoration day when the H ;i living strew flowers of memory upon the graves of the dead. 1 I There is no better time to strongly urge the living mindrto re-I re-I snember with Ruskin H ( "Men cannot benefit those that are with them as they can benefit those that come after them ; and of all the pui-pits pui-pits from which human voice is ever sent forth, there is none j from which it reaches so far as from the grave." I Voices now are heard from the stilled lips of those who gave H ' their all that this nation might be a united nation of -free men. fl The product of their handiwork, a great and free people reach- ing from ocean to ocean, from Canada's border to the gulf, this is how the dead of the Civil war speak, and that voice will be heard as long as the United States endures. So, too, with those who gave of their life in other wars, and so, Hj too, with those heroic figures of peace who, at the cost of time and 1 . effort and even life itself, pressed a nation forward and upward. Their deeds speak everlastingly. The heroes who died on the battlefields of France were not si-leneed si-leneed by the German bullets. Nor by the shrouds, nor by the heap of blood-stained earth, nor by the time that has passed by since they fell that the world might be a better place in which to live. Their voices crying for freedom of mankind, freedom from militar-ism, militar-ism, frOm war, from hated autocracy, are heard this day, heard here across 'the wide bosom of the ocean, across thousands of miles of land, j They are heard in heated tropic and the frigid polar home of man. H They will never be silenced. On no other day is this thought so ardently impressed upon tho ( living mind as upon this Decoration day. when the grateful bene-factors bene-factors of the heroic dead pay tribute to their memory. Then, in-deed, in-deed, do the living come to a full realization of the voice speaking from the graves Over There, speaking distinctly and earnestly the . words of liberty, of civilization's supreme need, of human progress H j Freedom, For All Forever !