Are not they who march in the van

Of battling, surging armies—

They've died for the Rights of Man.
—1921

A Way of Life

(Note: This was my father’s last writing, penned just
efore his fatal seizure.—R.A.H.)

My Son, stand up and take your part

Against all manner and kinds of men;

In your veins flow the blood of men

Who claimed this gracious country from a wilder-
ness,

Who fought and bled to establish it a nation,

Who died to keep that nation from being rent
asunder—

Who fought anew that autocracy might not prevail.

My Son, I held you in my arms, a little lad;

And dreamed you would succeed where I had failed.

I saw in you the fulfillment of all those aims,

Which, under other fates, I might have known.

Fears you will know as you pursue life’s pathway;

But only in yielding to Fears will you do wrong.

Fight the good fight and keep the faith.

Determine in your mind what is right,

And having so determined, take your stand

Though all your friends and all the so-called wise
men

May hold otherwise.

Thus, in so living, you may frequently know failure;

But you need never fear disgrace.

And rest assured, that if this talk of immortality

Be not mere balderdash,

Your loving father will be with you in spirit, Always..

—December 1927