And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Great men die and are forgotten,
Wise men speak; their words of wisdom
Perish in the ears that hear them,
Do not reach the generations
That, as yet unborn, are waiting
In the great, mysterious darkness
Of the speechless days that shall be!

Oh, fear not in a world like this,
And thou shalt know erelong,—
Know how sublime a thing it is
To suffer and be strong.

God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.