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Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.

Abraham Coles

Within a bony labrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aerial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o’er all the Powers of Sound.
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Aerial Bony Cave Labrinthean Loss Mystic Pulse Sense Sweet
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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Dazzling Due God Good Pomp Praise Sund
Eternity! How know we but we stand On the precipitous and crumbling verge Of Time e’en now, Eternity below?
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Crumbling Eternity Know Precipitous Stand Verse
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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Angel Babe Born Christmas Illustrious Sweet Time
Through the long lapse of ages, that so there might be An asylum for all in the Land of the Free.
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Ages Asylum Free Land Lapse
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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Complete Fulfilment How Loving Sweet Useless Women
Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
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Crimson Feeling Flame Hand Heart Rapturous Touch
Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.
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Death Despite Reunite Separate Unite
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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Beautiful Country Empire Land Native West
The power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven
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Bind Heaven Loose Mouth Power Truth
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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Climbing Eye Mystery Night Sleep Weep
True love is humble, thereby is it known; Girded for service, seeking not its own; Vaunts not itself, but speaks in self-dispraise.
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Girded Humble Love Self True Vaunt
He dares confront the time, And speak the truth, and give the world no rest No kingly threat can cowardize his breath, He with majestic step goes forth to meet his death.
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Breath Confront Coward Dare Speak Time Truth
Where our fathers in fight, nobly strove for the Right, Struck down their fierce foemen or put them to flight
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Father Fight Foemen Nobly Strove Stuck
We hail the return of the day of thy birth, Fair Columbia! washed by the waves of two oceans Where men from the farthest dominions of earth Rear altars to Freedom, and pay their devotions;
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Birth Columbia Father Freedom Hail Ocean Return
Poetry is unfallen speech. Paradise knew no other, for no other would suffice to answer the need of those ecstatic days of innocence.
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Answer Need Paradise Unfallen Poetry Speech Suffice

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