Henry Clarence Pitz, Back Along the Old Trail (1921)
“ Look back over the trail, Scout, the trail of your battling sires, The trail that mounts from the centuries' depths to the peak of your own desires. See how it climbs from the dusk of the Past, from the Age of Bronze and Stone. Through the veil of years, with toil and tears, to the crest where you stand alone. Look at the wealth they bring you, Scout, the heritage of the years; The fire of the Norseman rovers, the mind of the Celtic seers, The strength of the Saxon bowmen, the courage of the grim Tartar. Men have fought and men have wrought, to make you what you are. ”
