The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.
ABRAHAM COLESFling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country’s Banner!
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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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Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country’s Banner!
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
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Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.
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