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uch be still unwon? Yet warm it mounts, the hour of life! Death's frozen hour is done!
"'The world's great order dawns in sheen After long darkness rude, Divinelier imaged, clearer seen, With happier zeal pursued.
"'What still of strength is left, employ, This end to help attain-- One common wave of thought and joy Lifting mankind again!'
"There"--his voice was low and rapid--"there is the goal! a new _happiness_: to be reached through a new comradeship--a freer and yet intenser fellowship. We want to say to our fellowmen: 'Cease from groping among ruins!--from making life and faith depend upon whether Christ was born at Bethlehem or at Nazareth, whether He rose or did not rise, whether Luke or some one else wrote the Third Gospel, whether the Fourth Gospel is history or poetry. The life-giving force is here, and now! It is burning in your life and mine--as it burnt in the life of Christ. Give all you have to the flame of it--let it consume the chaff and purify the gold. Take the cup of cold water to the thirsty, heal the sick, tend the dying, and feel it thrill within you--the ineffable, the immortal life! Let the false miracle go!--the true has grown out of it, up from it, as the flower from the sheath.' Ah! but then"--he drew himself up unconsciously; his tone hardened--"we turn to the sons of tradition, and we say: 'We too must have our rights in what the past has built up, the past has bequeathed--as well as you! Not for you alone, the institutions, the buildings, the arts, the traditions, that the Christ-life has so far fashioned for itself. They who made them are Our fathers no less than yours--give us our share in them!--we claim it! Give us our share in the cathedrals and churches of our country--our share in the beauty and majesty of our ancestral Christianity.' The men who led the rebellion against Rome in the sixteenth century claimed the plant of English Catholicism. 'We are our fathers' sons, and these things are _ours!_'