The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.
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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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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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The power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven
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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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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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Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.
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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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Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
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With dazzling pomp descending angels sung Good will and peace to men, to God due praise, Who on the errand of salvation sent
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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 rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
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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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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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Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
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