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Daybreak Everywhere



**Out of the shadows of the night

The earth rolls into the light;

It is daybreak everywhere."

— Longfellow




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Copyright, 1919, by





Foreword 9

I. The Rebirth of Liberty 11

II. Time a Just Retributor 27

III. The New Manhood 41

IV. The New Duty 59

v. Seeing the Blue in the Sky 81

VI. The New Ministry 107

VII. Monuments 119

VIII. The New Gentleness 139

IX. The Romance of Making a Life — Theodore

Roosevelt 155

X. The New Morality 181

XI. The New Day 203


The sunrise is nature's most marvelous apoca-
lypse. "When morning gilds the skies'' the awak-
ening heart breaks forth into rapturous praise.
Nothing seems more interminable than a long
night of fearful forebodings, but with the morn-
ing the shadows flee away and renewed hope
comes with the break of day. The night is the
promise of the day, and the morning Hght will
ever follow the midnight gloom until that ec-
static eternal morning whose radiant sun shall
know no setting.

There have been many glorious mornings in
the hurr3dng years, but none more significant,
because of its glad consurmnation and its happy
prophecies, than this auspicious daybreak which
"dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray."

"The day begins to break, and night is fled
Whose pitchy mantle over- veiled the earth."

We who are alive to-day have the high privilege
of participating in the most thrilling epoch of all
history. Never again with pessimistic tones
should we talk about the world's problems and
impossibihties, for problems are only opportuni-
ties, and impossibihties are only calls to imme-
diate achievement. How can sensible people talk
any longer about the world getting worse?

This little volume is an unpretentious con-


tribution to the sentiment that there is a steady
evolution of the good, and that each passing dec-
ade is witnessing an approach to the fulfillment
of the scriptural promise: ^Tor evildoers shall be
cut off: but those that wait upon the Lord, they
shall inherit the earth." It is difficult for the
author to differentiate between a gloomy pes-
simism and an absolute distrust in the God of the
ages, and so he is quite impatient with those
undoubtedly devout people who have become
obsessed with a depressing outlook upon people,
things, and events.

The daybreak of every morning is our daily
lesson in a sensible optimism.

"Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day-
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops."

The Author.
Los Angeles, California, August, 1919.



A soldier boy in France writing home to his
friends in Los Angeles, under date of November
13, 1918, says:

"Dear Folks: My eyes have seen the birth of a new world,
and I am still dazed with the awe of it. I am glad that I have
been permitted to contribute my humble part in bringing it

"It seemed as I awoke on the morning of the 11th that hell
itself had broken its bounds and invaded this land. Used as
I had become to the noise of battle, still the pandemonium of
that morning seemed terrific as the big guns hurled forth their
charges of death and destruction with ceaseless roar, as the
giant shells passed screaming overhead and burst with thim-
dering crashes, and as the many fleets of airplanes with un-
mujQBed engines circled about before heading for enemy terri-
tory. The air we breathed seemed to be charged with a sense
of impending events — but what?

"Suddenly, with an abruptness far more startling than seems
possible, all noise ceased. The terrible guns became mute, the
screaming shells flew no more nor burst with their terrific thun-
dering. Everything became hushed and still, and nature her-
self stopped breathing and seemed to say 'What next?' But
soon came stealing up the valley the sound of a church bell,
then another, and another, till from all directions came the
sweet tones of church bells that had been silent as the grave
for four long years. Such a heaven-born sweetness I have
never heard before, and its effects upon me as I stood there
with bared head seemed to touch the bottommost depths of
my soul. 'Peace on earth, good will to men,' I muttered, in-
stinctively. Truly, I must be viewing the birth of a new world."


The eleventh day of the eleventh month of the
year 1918 will go down into the years as the
greatest day in the history of humanity.

There is only one other day which transcends it
in sacredness and that was the day when a manger
in Bethlehem became the cradle of a new-born
King and the angels from heaven sang, "Peace on
earth, good will to men/' That momentous horn-
was the incarnation of hmnan liberty; an angel
announced it and a celestial chorus, an innumera-
ble throng of heavenly beings, made glad the
advent morning.

November 11, 1918, is the day when the pur-
poses of the birth of Christ reached their fullest
fruition. It was the day of liberty's enthrone-
ment. Might and force had been abjectly de-
feated, and the "iUicit ambitions" of selfishness
had been forever rebuked, and once more meek-
ness and love and justice and righteousness have
been exalted.

Never was there such a day of jubilation and
joy. On the advent morning there were no fol-
lowers of the Incarnated Liberty to make the earth
echo with happy hallelujahs, and so the angels
furnished the sweUing oratorios; but on Monday,



November 11, 1918, a multitudinous host of
earthly lovers of Hberty surged up and down the
streets and avenues of the cities and towns, and
along the lanes and highways of the countryside,
and rejoiced hilariously and thankfully. It was
the rebirth of Hberty. It was another Christmas
day, and a mighty company of earth's happiest
souls made the world rejoice as it had never
before rung with the pseans and praises of right-
eousness triumphant.

It marked the end of the holiest war in all his-
tory, because the most sacred fundamental ideals
of humanity and of righteousness had been as-
sailed. An obsessed autocracy, like a mad bandit
and murderer, held up a peaceful and unsuspecting
world, and it ruthlessly and brutally trespassed
upon all the holiest possessions of the soul. The
law of the jungle was to replace the law of love,
and might was to be exalted above right, and a
savage Kultur above all Christian Culture. The
Ten Commandments were to be abrogated and
despised, and the Sermon on the Mount thrown
into the discard; and gentleness and meekness
and love and justice were all to be unpardonable
sins. All of this because a Jimker militarism was
intoxicated with a frenzy for world domination.

And how nearly these human demons came to
realizing their diabolical designs almost makes our
heart stand still as we remember that a hundred
days before the savage Huns were for the second
time within forty miles of Paris and a few furlongs


of the Channel; but a God in heaven and a mighty
host of invincible chevaliers on earth stood firm
for liberty, and to-day the most disgraced and
insufferable personahty in history is William
Hohenzollern, the erstwhile Kaiser and chief of-
fender of the predatory Potsdam gang.

As we get farther and farther away from the
bloody BerUn world-hold-up, the longer perspec-
tive will help us to a clearer understanding of the
real causes of the war. More and more shall we
find that truth and civilization were hanging in
the balance, and that the enemies of mankind saw
plainly that military domination could not be
secured without the utter humiliation and de-
struction of Christianity.

We are beginning now to see why womanhood
was dishonored and childhood was despised, and
churches and costly cathedrals were destroyed.
Plainly it was because Christianity glorified
motherhood and sanctified childhood, and taught
that love is the greatest thing in the world, and
that a Httle child shall lead them; all of these
sacred ideals were enshrined in the coming of a
Bethlehem Baby on the first Christmas morning.

German materialism was very much irritated at
such weak sentimentalism, and, cooperating with
a mad militarism armed to the teeth, it purposed
to invalidate all of the teachings of the lowly
Nazarene by Uterally wiping Christianity, its
Christ, and its Christmas from the earth; and
thus demonstrating not that love but that hate is


the greatest thing in the world, not that the meek
but the mighty shall inherit the earth, and not
that a little child but that a proud, arrogant,
defiant, modern Attila with uncontrolled instincts
of cruelty, should seize the crown from the Beth-
lehem mother and the scepter from her manger
Child! But "who was this uncircumcised Philis-
tine, that he should defy the armies of the living
God?" Only another haughty garrulous GoUath,
who was at length shorn of his power, so soon as
the spirit of righteousness and truth and justice
became aroused and organized.

Is it not a tragic irony of fate that the same
people who gave us all of the tender and exquisite
legends of old Santa Glaus, should also send out
into the world the most Satanic influence, which,
in order to estabhsh itself, must betray all the
romantic traditions of the Christmastide?

Among the psychological and moral causes of
the world war there is the conspicuous one that
for many decades a destructive criticism, which
was aimed at the very soul of Christianity, had
been propagated by certain German scholars.
Materialism and militarism were the other two
partners in this malevolent triumvirate. Professor
Cram, in his book, Germany and England, pub-
lished before the war, says frankly that the
destruction of Christianity itself was one of the
ignoble purposes of German scholars. He proph-
esied the founding of a great world empire under
the masterful domination of Germany, and de-


clared that "Germany is also preparing to create
a world religion.'^

The arrogancy of the Kaiser and Von Hinden-
burg was equaled by the haughty superiority of
the defiant scholars and materialists of Germany.
There were other bandits besides those who car-
ried swords. Never before was there such a dia-
bolical conspiracy against Christian ideals and the
welfare of mankind. The university, and even
the church, joined in the crusade. Nothing was
to be left of British and French and American
ideals — the whole vast world was to be com-
pletely Germanized.

It was bad psychology, it was bad militarism,
and it was bad morals when the Kaiser led his
fierce assault upon the Christ-child and his mother.
No man of intelligence or supposed Christian cul-
ture ever hurled such a bitter defiance in the
face of high heaven as did Kaiser William when
he started out to drive the Christmas Child out
of the affections and loyalty of a Christian age.
He was so obsessed with his dream of world power
that he lost his judgment.

Some faltering folk in these tragic, uneasy, after-
the-war days have feared for the security of the
Christianas belief in God. It is well known that
among the pagans it is a custom to destroy fa-
vorite idols for not preventing calamity. And so
to-day there are some people who are talking about
a "new idea" of God, by which they mean, of
course, a new God, as if God could be made by men.


But it is to be observed that no person who
has been earnestly devoted to his faith is raising
any doubtful question at this time; it is only
people Uke Mr. H. G. Wells, who acknowledge
that religion has been given a very small place
in their hves, but, having experienced a change
of heart on account of the tragical exigencies of
those fearful war times, are not only seeking,
after long indifference, the shelter of holy altars,
but with startling audacity they arrogate to them-
selves the right to reconstruct the theology of
those who, even in the trying ordeals of the world
crisis, never for a moment faltered in their faith
in the God of EUjah and of Paul.

People are very Httle interested in a new God,
another Christ. A few years ago a retired college
president, with astounding arrogance, announced
a new religion, which was nothing less than a
recrudescense of Arianism, intermingled with some
old, moldy, and abandoned mummies from the
sarcophagi of former ages.

The statement of tliis former leader in the
thought of his generation produced merely a
seven days' wonder. Who now cares anything
about it? It has gone to the scrap-heap, where it
will find good company and undisturbed oblivion
with the literary vanities of the past. While
multitudes read Mr. Wells's Mr. Britling Sees It
Through with great profit, who cares anything
about his more recent books on his "new religion"?

No man leaves much of a legacy to humanity


who spends his time trying to patch up God, and
creating Uttle deities of his own, and who is always
wondering what the world would have missed if
he had not come to instruct it. An old lady,
thinking to comphment her minister, said, "We
never knew what sin was till you came among

Dr. EHot's pragmatic pantheism died in early
infancy because it was utterly inadequate for all
moral and spiritual emergencies; it had no carry-
ing quaUty, no momentum, no destination! It
had no pardon for sin, and no hereafter. An
emasculated Christianity is no Christianity. Men
will not tolerate a religion to-day that leaves
Christ out — the supernatural Christ — the Son of
God — the Son of man. And Mr. Wells is in the
same predicament.

A clever liberal preacher in this country gave
up his pulpit, because he said: "You cannot save
people's souls by preaching moral essays to them.
Saving souls may be nonsense, but these earth
children seem to hunger for some such thing as
that, for something that has a scheme of sacrifice
and redemption in it, that lies beyond and behind
the sky, where is a Person who is more than man."
And he resigned his pulpit.

The world does not want a Christ who cannot
save unto the uttermost. Men will not long wor-
ship a God which they have made with their
own hands; and a man seeking for truth will not
submit to the leadership of anyone who cannot


guide to divine levels. A merely human Christ
cannot redeem the world, will not satisfy the
soul, nor solve the mysteries.

The world will never outgrow Christ, because
he came to heal the world's wounds, and assuage
the world's sorrows, and solve the world's mys-
teries, and stop the world's wars, and forgive the
world's sins, and to point the world to an eternal
paradise, and to be a friend to a lonely and tired
and forsaken humanity.

A soldier^ tells that at the battle of Lens they
fought until they were nearly exhausted. He says
that in one day his command repulsed four
counter-attacks by the enemy. They kept it up
four days and nights, working, watching, fighting,
with only a few moments of sleep snatched now
and then. When at last they were relieved and
at midnight started back to their billets eight
miles in the rear, many of the men dropped out,
one by one, from sheer fatigue. The others
plodded on. He says:

"We had gone back quite a long way when
those of us who were still trudging ahead heard
the sound of the bagpipes — faint at first, but
growing nearer all the time. And they were
playing, ^The Campbells are Coming!' Instinc-
tively we straightened our weary backs, held our
heads higher, and began to march — not to plod.
It was the brigade pipers; and when they met us
they wheeled about and played us in, the bag-

1 Lieutenant Ernest G. Odell in the American Magazine.


pipes shrilling The Campbells are Coming', and
'Cock o' the North/ and airs like that/'

Then the pipers went back to pick up the
stragglers, and they played them in too. Over
and over again they did this, bringing the men
by twos and threes, and even one man at a time.
It was daybreak before the last tired soldier was
brought back.

In these fierce and fatiguing battles of Hfe it is
the music of the old faith and the old truths that
will buoy our flagging feet. We must keep up the
old cheery music of Moses and the Lamb until
we have played and sung a tired and wounded
humanity safe home — home to the old fireside of
love— home to the Father heart. A "new God"
may satisfy fooHsh philosophers who do not
acknowledge the need of any God, but a humanity
that is batthng for the freedom of the world, and
is worn out and wounded, will be satisfied with
nothing short of the

"Faith of our Fathers! living still

In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword."

This great world crisis is the apotheosis of
Christianity. The world war was not precipitated
because of the failure of Christianity, but because
of the triiunphs of Christianity. The temptation
of Jesus by Satan was not because Christ had
faltered, but because he was on the threshold of
mighty achievements. The crucifixion of Jesus
was not because he had utterly failed in his three


years of earthly ministry, but because of his
transcendent triumphs.

Kaiserism was an evil born out of due time. It
sought to prevent the steady growth of freedom
and democracy. When the Satan of a selfish and
cruel autocracy saw that a government of and by
and for the people was rapidly spreading over the
world, and that imperialism would be doomed un-
less this onward march could be peremptorily
stopped, the Kaiser and his conspirators designed,
and precipitated, and carried on the fiercest, most
terrible war of the ages. If they had succeeded
in their base schemes, then pessimistic saints and
carping critics might have cried out in either
dismay or triumph that Christianity is a failure.
And if Christianity had not been able to arouse
and array itself against this modern diaboHsm, it
would have registered a defeat, and might have
been pronounced a failure; but just as Christianity
was not a failure in the beginning because *'Get
thee behind me, Satan!" quickly disposed of the
foul tempter, so once more '^Get thee behind me,
Satan," defeated the arch enemy of God and of
humanity, and compelled the defiant Beast of
Berlin to ask for peace terms.

That Christianity had \dtality and wisdom and
courage and force and stratagem and faith suffi-
cient to meet this frightful assault upon its ideals
and its institutions indicates the glory, the di-
vinity, the permanency, the virility, and the holy
origin of the good tidings which Jesus lived and


died and rose again to establish among men on
everlasting foundations.

The overthrow of the Kaiser is Christ's great
victory over the powers of death and darkness,
and we have already entered upon a new and
brighter day. The final overthrow of all the
forces of evil, and the dawn of the holy millen-
niimi, will be hastened hundreds of years because
of the victories now being achieved for justice
and freedom and righteousness.

To-day, as never before, Christ's is the name
above every name, and the triumphs of the hour
are the glorious transfiguration of Christ and his
gospel of good will and sacrifice.

A Jewish rabbi invidiously declared the other
day that in the future events would be measured
not by A. D. and B. C. but by ^^Before and after
the Great War," and that 1914 in the reconstructed
calendar would be the Year I.

It would be well for this apostle of modern
Judaism to reread his Gamaliel and Hsten once
more to the old Jewish scholar as he says: "If this
counsel or this work be of men, it will come to
nought; but if it be of God, ye cannot overthrow

Instead of relegating to oblivion the "Year of
our Lord" and "Before Christ" this great vic-
torious war for the freedom of humanity will
more than ever accentuate the birth year of the
Christ of Bethlehem.

Never was Christ so regnant in the heart of


humanity, and never has any year been more
characteristically a year of our Lord than the
year when a savage and brutal military autocracy
received its death blow.

I would not claim for myself that I am a con-
noisseur, but I am quite bold enough to assert
that I saw an extraordinarily masterful Pygmahon
in an art store in an Eastern city the other day.
It was by an Enghsh painter and had just arrived
from London. In the dim background of the
canvas was the artist's conception molded in the
clay as is the wont of sculptors. In the foreground
was the sculptor's perfect ideal carved out of
purest marble, an exquisite masterpiece of fault-
less design and proportions. Long and hard had
been the happy labors of the tireless sculptor to
compel the marble to surrender its secret and
realize to him his most perfect dream. It is now a
complete and brilliant apotheosis of the divinely
beautiful female form.

But as Pygmalion has patiently toiled upon his
masterpiece he has fallen passionately in love with
this marble creation of his own soul; and the
ingenious artist represents him as on his knees
with his head bowed and his hands clinging to the
feet of the statue in earnest supplication to his
favorite god to endow his statue with life. As he
continues his prayer with importuning tenacity, the
figure is represented as coming gradually to life
as one hand is stretched upward and the soft pink
tint of real life creeps into the matchless form.


The further story, not seen of course in the
painting, is that with rapturous joy the sculptor
embraces Galatea as a perfect gift from heaven,
and she becomes his loving wife and the devoted
mother of his children.

This noble classic of legendary lore comes to us
with the exquisite suggestion that we may labor
with such noble devotion for the perfection of our
holy ideals that by and by they may become a
vitalized reaUty and find faithful exemphfication
in our own humble lives, the source of our su-
premest joys and the inspiration of our most
self-sacrificing service to God and humanity.

Christ is our perfect ideal. When the rich
young ruler came and asked for an ideal, Jesus
told him to give all he had to the poor and come
and follow him. The young man was not wilhng
— he considered the sacrifice too great. Unselfish
ministry to humanity about us is the hohest
earthly ideal and opens at last the gates of ever-
lasting glory. If we should endeavor to achieve
such an ideal, there would be another coming of
Christ to our home, our church, our country, and
our world; and when Christ shall thus come in
humble human lives like om* own, then all wars
and woes will cease, and the peace which passeth
all understanding shall bless humanity, and lib-
erty born and reborn shall reach its full fruition
in the joyous New Day whose sun shall never



Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;

He is tramping out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are

He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on. — Julia Ward Howe.

Though the mills of Grod grind slowly, yet they grind exceed-
ing small. — Frederick von Logaw.

Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein. — Bible Proverb,


There is a statement in the Bible, no less
startling because it is most familiar, which, with
notable directness, declares: ^'Be not deceived;
God is not mocked : for whatsoever a man soweth,
that shall he also reap." Whether we consider
this declaration from a biological, psychological,
civil, military, ethical, or rehgious point of view,
it is so uniformly true that it may be accepted as
an axiom from which there is no deviation.

It is one of those laws in the natural world
which have very illuminating analogy in the spirit-
ual world. "Do men gather grapes of thorns, or
figs of thistles?" Even the most sanguine op-
timist in the marvelous orchards and fields of
nature would not be foolish enough to expect to

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