Veritas believes in waking the dead. We want to honor the men who have lived their lives to serve Christ, and in so doing, have transformed history. They may have lived (and died) long ago, but their legacy remains today.

Gold Leaves
By G.K. Chesterton

Lo! I am come to autumn,
    When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
    The year and I are old.

In youth I sought the prince of men,
    Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
    Defiant, to the stars.

But now a great thing in the street
    Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
    The million masks of God.

In youth I sought the golden flower
    Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
    When all the leaves are gold.