With dazzling pomp descending angels sung Good will and peace to men, to God due praise, Who on the errand of salvation sent
ABRAHAM COLESNone of the prophets old, So lofty or so bold! No form of danger shakes his dauntless breast; In loneliness sublime
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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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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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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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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 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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Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.
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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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Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
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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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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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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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Where our fathers in fight, nobly strove for the Right, Struck down their fierce foemen or put them to flight
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Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.
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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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When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart’s secret was at once confessed?
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