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An Address, Delivered June 17, 1908 By William Alexander MacCorkle (1908) (Paperback)
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An Address, Delivered June 17, 1908 By William Alexander MacCorkle (1908) (Paperback)
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PATRIOTISM OF THE SOUTH Mr, President, Ladies, and Gentlemen: When
your honored invitation came it carried me in my thoughts to
Virginia, to the Great Valley where I first saw the light. With the
glamour of youth's enchantment lingering yet a little, I saw old
Virginia's hills with the sunshine glorifying farm and village,
mirroring itself in the bright waters, and clothing mountain and
valley with wealth of green and gold. A vision came to me of the
old Commonwealth as I remember it in my childhood. Again I saw her
worn from battle-field and adversity, again I witnessed her
sorrows, her sacrifices, her courage, her high honor, her glory,
everything save dishonor. This fair valley still reverberated with
the thunderous tread of the angel of the spear and the sword. Never
since Alaric harried Italy and Gaul, never since Alva ravaged the
Low Countries has the hand of fate held for a people such hard
conditions. I wish to awaken no sad memories, for your faces are
turned to the glory of the rising morning, not to the rays of the
setting sun. Yet, in the pages of whatbook, from the broad field of
what experience, can I better gather for you lessons of high
resolve than from the heroic endeavor and exalted ideals with which
our fathers and mothers crowned with unexampled grace this land of
the South ? Here in this old State, my native land, under the
portal of this hoary University, listening to the heartthrobs of
those whose blood flows with mine, feeling the touch of unseen
hands, and hearing the music of a voice tuned to the choir of the
Blessed, I am surrounded by the tender memories of the days that
are gone. An angel winged its way to our earth to find here the
sweetest and best to take back to the radiance of Heaven. There was
wafted on the sunshine the perfume o...
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