The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.
ABRAHAM COLESO, 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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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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When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart’s secret was at once confessed?
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The power, which in a sense belongs to none, Thus understood belongs to every one.
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Taking our stand on the immovable rock of Christ’s character we risk nothing in saying that the wine of miracle answered to the wine of nature, and was not intoxicating.
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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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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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Let us not doubt that God has a father’s pity towards us, and that in the removal of that which is dearest to us He is still loving and kind.
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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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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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Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
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Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.
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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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Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
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Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.
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