We do not always remember, as we enjoy our national blessings and comforts, what they cost those who won them for us, and those who have conserved them and passed them down to us. We strew flowers on the graves of our soldiers who fell, and tell in song and speech of their heroic deeds. This is well. We should never let the gratitude die out of our hearts as we think of the blood that was shed in saving our country. But gratitude is not enough. This redeemed country is a sacred trust in our hands. We are now the conservators of its glory. We have more to do than sing the praises of its dead heroes and soldiers. There are battles yet to fight — battles for national honour, for righteousness, for truth, for purity, for religion. We must hold up the old flag in the face of all enemies. While we honour the memory of those who died in patriotic and holy war, let us ourselves be worthy soldiers in the great moral war that never ceases, and patriots loving country more than party, and truth and righteousness more than political preferment and reward.