The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
ABRAHAM COLESThe grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.
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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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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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None of the prophets old, So lofty or so bold! No form of danger shakes his dauntless breast; In loneliness sublime
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The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.
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The power, which in a sense belongs to none, Thus understood belongs to every one.
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Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
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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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