the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots
by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was
abandoned. The enemy
was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At that
moment the father of our nation
ordered these words to be read.
Let it be told to the future world .. that in the depth of winter, when nothing
but hope and
virture could survive .... that the country, alarmed at one common
danger, came forth to meet it".
hope and virtue let us brave once more icy currents, and endure what storms may
come. Let it be said by our children's children that when tested we refused to
journey end, we did not turn back nor did we falter and with God's
grace upon us, we
carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it
safely to future generations.
The world will
little note, nor long remember, what we say, it is for us .... to be dedicated
to the great task .....that this government of the people, by the people,
and for the people,
shall not perish from the earth.