To have children in these days, meant to have something to give. One
need not stand before suffering humanity empty-handed!
War was a monstrous thing, a murderous thing--but surely this war was a
righteous one--a fire which would cleanse the world. Men and women,
because of it, were finding in themselves something which could suffer
for others, something in themselves which could sacrifice, something
which went beyond body and mind, something which reached up and touched
their souls.
So, in the midst of darkness, Miss Emily had a vision of Light. After
the war was over, things could never be as they had been before. The
spirit which had sent men forth in this Crusade, which had sent women,
would survive, please God, and show itself in a greater sense of
fellowship--of brotherhood. Might not men, even in peace, go on
praying as they were praying it now in war, the prayer of Cromwell's
men, "Oh, Lord, it's a hard battle, but it's for the rights of the
common people--" Might not the rich young men who were learning to be
the brothers of the poor, and the poor young men who were learning in a
large sense of the brotherhood of the rich--might these not still clasp
hands in a sacred cause?
Yes, she was sorry that she had no son.
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