The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
ABRAHAM COLESThe power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven
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Words are freeborn, and not the vassals of the gruff tyrants of prose to do their bidding only. They have the same right to dance and sing as the dewdrops have to sparkle and the stars to shine.
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O, beautiful and grand, My own, my native land! Of thee I boast: Great empire of the west, The dearest and the best, Made up of all the rest, I love thee most.
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The power, which in a sense belongs to none, Thus understood belongs to every one.
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On eyes that watch as well as eyes that weep Descends the solemn mystery of sleep, Toiling and climbing to the very close
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Be every bar, and every star, Displayed in full and glorious manner! Blow, zephyrs, blow, keep the dear ensign flying! Blow, zephyrs, sweetly mournful, sighing, sighing, sighing!
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With dazzling pomp descending angels sung Good will and peace to men, to God due praise, Who on the errand of salvation sent
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Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
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The weary Body, longing for repose, On the gained level of the day’s ascent, Halts for the night and pitches there its tent.
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I value science–none can prize it more, It gives ten thousand motives to adore: Be it religious, as it ought to be, The heart it humbles, and it bows the knee.
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Where our fathers in fight, nobly strove for the Right, Struck down their fierce foemen or put them to flight
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Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country’s Banner!
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No counter proof can equal the force of that drawn from His attributes. It is an indecency and a calumny to impute to Christ conduct which requires apology.
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O most illustrious of the days of time! Day full of joy and benison to earth When Thou wast born, sweet Babe of Bethlehem!
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When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart’s secret was at once confessed?
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O loving woman, man’s fulfillment, sweet, Completing him not otherwise complete! How void and useless the sad remnant left Were he of her, his nobler part, bereft.
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