"Let us sing
today an anthem to life before their well remembered graves. Yesterday I heard it, rising from the earth itself, as I crossed
the dreary afternoon on my way to this faithful town . . . Amidst the shredded clouds, a pine tree defied the storm and thrust
the stately trunk upwards. Suddenly, the sun broke through a forest clearing, and there, by a swift flash of light I saw,
rising from the yellowed grass amidst the blackened trunks of the fallen pines, the joyful shoots of the new pines. That's
what we are: new pines!"