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Page 96 - righteousness He doth judge and make war. His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on His head were many crowns ; and He had a name written, that no man knew, but He himself. And the
Page 236 - Troops of beautiful, tall angels, to enshield her from all wrong. We see dimly, in the Present, what is small and what is great; Slow of faith how weak an arm may turn the iron helm of Fate; But the soul is still oracular, — amid the market's din, List the ominous stern whisper from the Delphic cave within:
Page 95 - good-by!" And the life-blood is ebbing and plashing. All quiet along the Potomac to-night, — No sound save the rush of the river; While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, — The picket's off duty forever. THE HOLY WAR. BY MRS.
Page 235 - Whether conscious or unconscious, yet humanity's vast frame, Through its ocean-sundered fibres, feels the push of joy or shame ; In the gain or loss of one race, all the rest have equal claim. Once, to every man and nation, comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Page 237 - 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
Page 275 - who through a cloud, Not of war only but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed, Milton's
Page 282 - She meets with smiles our bitter grief, With songs our groans of pain ; She mocks with tint of flower and leaf The war-field's crimson stain. Still in the cannon's pause we hear Her sweet thanksgiving psalm ; Too near to God for doubt or fear, She shares the eternal calm.
Page 282 - the gladness of the plain, This joy of eve and morn, The mirth that shakes the beard of grain, And yellow locks of corn ? Ah ! eyes may well be full of tears, And hearts with hate are hot; But even paced come round the years, And Nature changes
Page 246 - 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