Camp and outing activities

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Association Press, 1915 - Amusements - 420 pages
 

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Page 184 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake ; Let all that breathe partake ; Let rocks their silence break, — The sound prolong. Our fathers...
Page 184 - Through storm and night ; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do thou our country save By thy great might ! 2 For her our prayer shall rise To God above the skies ; On him we wait. Thou who art ever nigh, Guarding with watchful eye, To thee aloud we cry. God save the State ! 135.
Page 185 - O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America ! America ! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet, Whose stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America ! America ! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law!
Page 247 - There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night Ten to make and the match to win A bumping pitch and a blinding light, An hour to play and the last man in. And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat, Or the selfish hope of a season's fame, But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote 'Play up! play up! And play the game!
Page 342 - I would be true, for there are those who trust me ; I would be pure, for there are those who care ; I would be strong, for there is much to suffer ; I would be brave, for there is much to dare.
Page 185 - O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!
Page 184 - My native country, thee — Land of the noble free — Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Page 343 - The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves; a road To bring us daily nearer God.
Page 183 - tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrim's pride, From every mountain side Let Freedom ring.
Page 248 - Play up! play up! and play the game!' The sand of the desert is sodden red, Red with the wreck of a square that broke; The Catling's jammed and the Colonel dead, And the regiment blind with dust and smoke. The river of death has brimmed his banks, And England's far, and Honour a name, But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks: 'Play up! play up! and play the game!

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