Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country’s Banner!
ABRAHAM COLESWho has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
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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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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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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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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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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 power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven
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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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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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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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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 grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.
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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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