Gems from the spirit mine. (League of univ. brotherhood).1851 |
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... once the Holy City trod , In their own language hear the high behests , And wondrous works of God . The world will bless thy name , And angels from their blissful home look down , While truth shall give thee , ' mid earth's loud acclaim ...
... once the Holy City trod , In their own language hear the high behests , And wondrous works of God . The world will bless thy name , And angels from their blissful home look down , While truth shall give thee , ' mid earth's loud acclaim ...
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... once , with purpose true , Let us league , and earth shall wonder at the deeds that we will do . Yonder host shall flee before us - wasted realms shall smile again , Waving like a golden ocean with the undulating grain , And the peasant ...
... once , with purpose true , Let us league , and earth shall wonder at the deeds that we will do . Yonder host shall flee before us - wasted realms shall smile again , Waving like a golden ocean with the undulating grain , And the peasant ...
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... affection , or the mother's bursting heart ? Oh , cast for ever from your shores this foul blot on your name , Nor let your spangled banner wave at once your boast and shame ! Those stars upon its azure field , they tell of 14 GEMS " FROM.
... affection , or the mother's bursting heart ? Oh , cast for ever from your shores this foul blot on your name , Nor let your spangled banner wave at once your boast and shame ! Those stars upon its azure field , they tell of 14 GEMS " FROM.
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... , The echoing sounds grow fainter , and then cease ; And like a bell , with solemn , sweet vibrations , I hear , once more , the voice of Christ say " Peace ! " Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The c 2 THE SPIRIT MINE . 19.
... , The echoing sounds grow fainter , and then cease ; And like a bell , with solemn , sweet vibrations , I hear , once more , the voice of Christ say " Peace ! " Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The c 2 THE SPIRIT MINE . 19.
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... Once more at His feet to throw This poor flock of wandering sheep . Many a heavy eye is wet , Many a hardened heart is moved ; Lovely pleader , plead thou yet , Hold them , hold them , at the feet Of thy Master well beloved . Will they ...
... Once more at His feet to throw This poor flock of wandering sheep . Many a heavy eye is wet , Many a hardened heart is moved ; Lovely pleader , plead thou yet , Hold them , hold them , at the feet Of thy Master well beloved . Will they ...
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alliance holy amaranthine angel Apt pupils banner battle beauty Beneath BISHOPSGATE blazoned blessings blood boys of England brave breath bright brother Brotherhood brow Calabar calm chains CHARLES GILPIN CHARLES MACKAY Christian dark death deeds deep E'en earth ELIZA COOK ELNATHAN eloquent evermore fair Fcap flowers Form an alliance gaze gentle glorious glory God's grave hath heart heaven holy and sincere hope human Hurrah JAMES SHERMAN JOHN BETHUNE kind kings labour land life's light Linger not long look MARY HOWITT mercy mighty mind nations Neath never noble o'er OUTCAST BOYS peace poor prayer pride race scorn shine slave Slavery smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strife sweet sword talents given teach tears tell thee thine Thou hast thought throne toil tread truth unforgiven voice War-spirit wave wealth weep wild WILLIAM PENN words worship
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Página 177 - I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay...
Página 167 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 167 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Página 18 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies ! I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the endless groan, Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations...
Página 178 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. '' My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Página 19 - The tumult of each sacked and burning village ; The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns ; The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage ; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns.
Página 168 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Página 167 - Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day.
Página 83 - Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs...
Página 90 - Our fathers to their graves have gone ; Their strife is past, their triumph won ; But sterner trials wait the race Which rises in their honored place ; A moral warfare with the crime And folly of an evil time. So let it be. In God's own might We gird us for the coming fight, And, strong in Him whose cause is ours In conflict with unholy powers, We grasp the weapons He has given, — The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven.