The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.
ABRAHAM COLESWhen hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart’s secret was at once confessed?
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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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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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The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
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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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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 most illustrious of the days of time! Day full of joy and benison to earth When Thou wast born, sweet Babe of Bethlehem!
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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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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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Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.
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Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
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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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Where our fathers in fight, nobly strove for the Right, Struck down their fierce foemen or put them to flight
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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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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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