With dazzling pomp descending angels sung Good will and peace to men, to God due praise, Who on the errand of salvation sent
ABRAHAM COLESNo 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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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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Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country’s Banner!
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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 power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven
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The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
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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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Words are freeborn, and not the vassals of the gruff tyrants of prose to do their bidding only. They have the same right to dance and sing as the dewdrops have to sparkle and the stars to shine.
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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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Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
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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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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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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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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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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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