The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.
ABRAHAM COLESTaking 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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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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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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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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The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
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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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When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart’s secret was at once confessed?
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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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Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.
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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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The power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven
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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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Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.
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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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Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
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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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