When 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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Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.
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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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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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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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We hail the return of the day of thy birth, Fair Columbia! washed by the waves of two oceans Where men from the farthest dominions of earth Rear altars to Freedom, and pay their devotions;
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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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Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.
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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 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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Where our fathers in fight, nobly strove for the Right, Struck down their fierce foemen or put them to flight
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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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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 grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.
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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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