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J. E. Tilton, 1866 - American poetry - 320 pages
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Page 42 - I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal. Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel — Since God is marching on.
Page 41 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the • Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Page 42 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment-seat ; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born, across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me ; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, THE BATTLE AT MANILA.
Page 41 - His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My Grace shall deal"; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on.
Page 9 - OUR COUNTRY. ON primal rocks she wrote her name, Her towers were reared on holy graves, The golden seed that bore her came Swift-winged with prayer o'er ocean waves. The Forest bowed his solemn crest, And open flung his sylvan doors ; Meek Rivers led the appointed Guest To clasp the wide-embracing shores ; Till, fold by fold, the broidered Land To swell her virgin vestments grew, While Sages, strong in heart and hand, Her virtue's fiery girdle drew.
Page 19 - Keep back your tunes, ye viols sweet, That poured delight from other lands! Rouse there the dancer's restless feet : The trumpet leads our warrior bands. And ye that wage the war of words With mystic fame and subtle power, Go, chatter to the idle birds, Or teach the lesson of the hour ! Ye Sibyl Arts, in one stern knot Be all your offices combined ! Stand close, while Courage draws the lot, The destiny of human kind. And if that destiny could fail, The sun should darken in the sky, The eternal bloom...
Page 25 - But pause, ere ye pass to taste it, one act must accomplished be, — Salute the flag in its virtue, before ye sit down with me. The flag of our stately battles, not struggles of wrath and greed, Its stripes were a holy lesson, its spangles a deathless creed ; 'Twas red with the blood of freemen, and white with the fear of the foe ; And the stars that fight in their courses 'gainst tyrants its symbols know.
Page 10 - Swift-winged with prayer o'er ocean waves. The Forest bowed his solemn crest, And open flung his sylvan doors ; Meek Rivers led the appointed Guest To clasp the wide-embracing shores ; Till, fold by fold, the 'broidered Land To swell her virgin vestments grew, While Sages, strong in heart and hand, Her virtue's fiery girdle drew. O Exile of the wrath of Kings ! O Pilgrim Ark of Liberty ! The refuge of divinest things, Their record must abide in thee. First in the glories of thy front Let the crown-jewel...
Page 24 - THERE'S a flag hangs over my threshold, whose folds are more dear to me Than the blood that thrills in my bosom its earnest of liberty; And dear are the stars it harbors in its sunny field of blue As the hope of a further heaven that lights all our dim lives through...
Page 149 - O'ercome of beauty, With heart-impatience brimming to the brink Of courteous duty, — He smote my marbles many a murderous blow, His weapon poising; I, in my wrath and wonderment of woe, No co.mment voicing. " Come, sweep this rubbish from the workman's way, Wreck of past ages, — Afford me here a lump of harmless clay, Ye grooms and pages...

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