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.
ABRAHAM COLESWhere our fathers in fight, nobly strove for the Right, Struck down their fierce foemen or put them to flight
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Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.
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The power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven
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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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Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country’s Banner!
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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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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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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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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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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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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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When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart’s secret was at once confessed?
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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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Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
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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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