O most illustrious of the days of time! Day full of joy and benison to earth When Thou wast born, sweet Babe of Bethlehem!
ABRAHAM COLESDeath separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.
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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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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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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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Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
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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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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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Eternity! How know we but we stand On the precipitous and crumbling verge Of Time e’en now, Eternity below?
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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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The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.
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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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The power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven
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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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Where our fathers in fight, nobly strove for the Right, Struck down their fierce foemen or put them to flight
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