Memorial Day strikes the chord of memory. In the words of a poet of the South, Father Ryan, in Poems: "A land without ruins is a land without history. A land that wears a laurel crown may be fair to see; but twine a few sad cypress leaves around the brow of any land, and be that land barren, beautiless, and bleak, it becomes lovely in its consecrated coronet of sorrow and wins the sympathy of the heart and of history. Crowns of roses fade—crowns of thorns endure. Calvaries and Crucifixions take deepest hold of humanity. The triumphs of might are transient, they pass and are forgotten—the sufferings of right air graven deepest on the chronicles of the nations."