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Page 25 - Above it stood the seraphims: each one had six wings; with twain he covered his face, and with twain he covered his feet, and with twain he did fly. And one cried unto another, and said, Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of his glory. And the posts of the door moved at the voice of him that cried, and the house was filled with smoke.
Page 39 - Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the jubilee! Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!" So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching through Georgia.
Page 11 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Page 23 - I walk with bare, hushed feet the ground Ye tread with boldness shod; I dare not fix with mete and bound The love and power of God.
Page 101 - Ye alight in our van! at your voice, Panic, despair, flee away. Ye move through the ranks, recall The stragglers, refresh the outworn, Praise, re-inspire the brave!
Page 109 - To the Memory of WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, a true Philosopher and Poet, who, by the special gift and calling of Almighty God; whether he discoursed on Man or Nature^ failed not to lift up the heart to holy things, tired not of maintaining the cause of the poor and simple ; and so, in perilous times was raised up, to be a chief minister not only of noblest poesy, but of high and sacred truth, THIS MEMORIAL is placed here by his Friends and Neighbours,.
Page 77 - Love not the world, nor the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.
Page 21 - Now faith is assurance of things hoped for, a conviction of things not seen.
Page 46 - Bill, who claimed membership in my grandfather's class, in my father' s class , and in my class . A sturdy , muscular man and grave, he can neither read nor write. He is wearing several pairs of trousers and half a dozen shirts ; and his sleeves are rolled up at the elbow. Winter and summer this is his garb. He is not only clothed, but clothed upon. His diet, never varied, consists of crackers and cheese and hard cider. To feed his body he sawed wood, but to satisfy his soul he made orations.