In all the cycles past the good and wise
Have dreamed of Wisdom’s way;
The prophets’ eyes
Could see, and they foretold the day,
The glory of the coming paradise;
And higher far than lofty prophets bold,
In every stage
Of human rage,
The God of hosts hath willed his vast, united fold.
[Illustration:
Congressman Upshaw, after a personal appeal to Mr.
Wilson on February 17, 1923, wired the author:
“Hard to overcome fixed rule of former President,”
in refusing his photograph and autograph for
publication; but we have the pleasure of presenting
both to his friends.
]