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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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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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Apology Character Immovable Miracle Wine
Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country’s Banner!
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Banner Cheer Country Filling Shout Star
Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
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Crimson Feeling Flame Hand Heart Rapturous Touch
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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Bar Blow Display Ensign Glorious Manner Star Zephyr
The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.
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Above Ascend Culminate Eternity Evermore Horizon
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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Breath Confront Coward Dare Speak Time Truth
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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Climbing Eye Mystery Night Sleep Weep
When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart’s secret was at once confessed?
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Clasped Hand Heart Lip Pressed Secret
O, beautiful and grand, My own, my native land! Of thee I boast: Great empire of the west, The dearest and the best, Made up of all the rest, I love thee most.
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Beautiful Country Empire Land Native West
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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Ascent Body Day Gained Longing Night Pitch Repose
Where our fathers in fight, nobly strove for the Right, Struck down their fierce foemen or put them to flight
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Father Fight Foemen Nobly Strove Stuck
The power, which in a sense belongs to none, Thus understood belongs to every one.
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Belong One Power Sense Understood
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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Bold Breast Courage Dauntless Giving Loneliness
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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Dazzling Due God Good Pomp Praise Sund
Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.
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Death Despite Reunite Separate Unite
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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Complete Fulfilment How Loving Sweet Useless Women

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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