We Have Come To A Point Where

I Confidently Trust That The American People Will Prove Themselves ... Too Wise Not To Detect The False Pride Or The Dangerous Ambitions Or The Selfish Schemes Which So Often Hide Themselves Under That Deceptive Cry Of Mock Patriotism: "our Country, Right Or Wrong!" They Will Not Fail To Recognize That Our Dignity, Our Free Institutions And The Peace And Welfare Of This And Coming Generations Of Americans Will Be Secure Only As We Cling To The Watchword Of True Patriotism: "our Country - When Right To Be Kept Right; When Wrong To Be Put Right."

I Will Make A Prophecy That May Now Sound Peculiar. In Fifty Years Lincoln's Name Will Be Inscribed Close To Washington's On This Republic's Roll Of Honor.

Ideals Are Like Stars; You Will Not Succeed In Touching Them With Your Hands. But Like The Seafaring Man On The Desert Of Waters, You Choose Them As Your Guides, And Following Them You Will Reach Your Destiny.

Our Ideals Resemble The Stars, Which Illumintate The Night. No One Will Ever Be Able To Touch Them. But The Men Who, Like The Sailors On The Ocean, Take Them For Guides, Will Undoubtedly Reach Their Goal.

When The Life Of The Nation Was Attempted, When The Cause Of Liberty And Human Rights Called For Their Aid, They Rushed Forth To Rally Under The Banner They Loved, With Grand Singleness Of Purpose And Heroic Devotion--leaving All Behind Them, To Meet Toil And Danger, Hunger, Sickness, Wounds, And Death, For Nothing But The Sublime Satisfaction Of Doing Their Duty To Their Country And To Mankind.