The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
ABRAHAM COLESThe 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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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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When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart’s secret was at once confessed?
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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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Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
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Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
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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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Let us not doubt that God has a father’s pity towards us, and that in the removal of that which is dearest to us He is still loving and kind.
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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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He dares confront the time, And speak the truth, and give the world no rest No kingly threat can cowardize his breath, He with majestic step goes forth to meet his death.
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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 power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven
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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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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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Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country’s Banner!
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