In pioneering days the wagon trains pushing west-
ward, when courage ebbed, stopped in some peaceful
spot to regain the will to endure in order that an empire
might be built.
Today, as one breaks a trail through the trackless
future, when the way becomes hardest, he also must stop
for rest, the rest that only memories can give.
If we have been able to perpetuate with parchment
and pigment some of those memories, so that the sight
of old friends, the realization of their love, the recollec-
tion of their courage, will give such an one new strength
to strive forward, then our work will not have been in
"I would make a list against the evil days
Of lovely things to hold in memory."