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Página 233 - new duties! Time makes ancient good uncouth; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's ABRAHAM LINCOLN. JANUARY FIRST, EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND
Página 198 - he ? he cannot know : Lay him low! Leave him to God's watching eye, Trust him to the hand that made him. Mortal love weeps idly by : God alone has power to aid him. Lay him low, lay him low, In the clover or the snow ! What cares he ? he cannot know : Lay him low ! THE CUMBERLAND. ANONYMOUS.
Página 231 - shalt stand, Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land ? Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet 'tis Truth alone is strong; And albeit she wander outcast now, I see around Troops of beautiful, tall angels, to
Página 192 - Every waft of the air Was a whisper of prayer, Or a dirge for the dead. Ho! brave hearts that went down in the seas, Te are at peace in the troubled stream. Ho! brave land! with hearts like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a seam. ON THE SHORES OF TENNESSEE.
Página 92 - fire, and on His head were many crowns ; and He had a name written, that no man knew, but He himself. And the
Página 297 - UR good steeds snuff the evening air, ^^^Our pulses with their purpose tingle; The foeman's fires are twinkling there He leaps to hear our sabres jingle ! Halt! Each carbine sent its whizzing ball: Now, cling ! clang! forward all, Into the fight 1 Dash on beneath the smoking dome: Through level lightnings gallop nearer
Página 220 - of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grape of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His
Página 197 - What cares he ? he cannot know: Lay him low! Fold him in his country's stars, What but death bemocking folly ? Lay him low, lay him low, In the clover or the snow ! What
Página 242 - bore ! In many a battle's tempest It shed the crimson rain,— What God has woven in His loom Let no man rend in twain! To Canaan, to Canaan The Lord has led us forth, To plant upon the rebel towers The banners of the North ! What troop is this that follows, All armed with picks and spades
Página 324 - Air — Jamie's on the Stormy Sea. /"COMRADES known in marches many, Comrades, tried in dangers many, Comrades, bound by memories many, Brothers ever let us be. Wounds or sickness may divide us, Marching orders may divide us, But, whatever fate betide us, Brothers of the heart are we.