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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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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Where our fathers in fight, nobly strove for the Right, Struck down their fierce foemen or put them to flight
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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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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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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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Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.
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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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The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
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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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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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The power, which in a sense belongs to none, Thus understood belongs to every one.
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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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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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When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart’s secret was at once confessed?
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