NATHAN HALE

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Page 123 - By the light of burning heretics Christ's bleeding feet I track, Toiling up new Calvaries ever with the cross that turns not back, And these mounts of anguish number how each generation learned One new word of that grand Credo which, in prophet>hearts hath burned Since the first man stood God-conquered with his face to heaven upturned.
Page 32 - Thoughts that great hearts once broke for, we Breathe cheaply in the common air ; The dust we trample heedlessly Throbbed once in saints and heroes rare, Who perished, opening for their race New pathways to the commonplace.
Page 110 - Unto each man his handiwork, unto each his crown, The just Fate gives; Whoso takes the world's life on him and his own lays down, He, dying so, lives. 'Whoso bears the whole heaviness of the wronged world's weight And puts it by, It is well with him suffering, though he face man's fate; How should he die? 'Seeing death has no part in him any more, no power Upon his head; He has bought his eternity with a little hour, And is not dead.
Page 85 - Bible, and destroyed a letter he had addressed to his mother, for the reason afterwards given by himself, "that the rebels should never know they had a man who could die with such firmness.
Page 111 - It is well with him suffering, though he face man's fate; How should he die? "Seeing death has no part in him any more, no power Upon his head; He has bought his eternity with a little hour, And is not dead. ''For an hour, if ye look for him, he is no more found, For one hour's space; Then ye lift up your eyes to him and behold him crowned, A deathless face. "On the mountains of memory, by the world's well-springs, In all men's eyes, Where the light of the life of him is on all past things, Death...
Page 110 - Count me o'er earth's chosen heroes — they were souls that stood alone, While the men they agonized for hurled the contumelious stone ; Stood serene and down the future, saw the golden beam incline To the side of perfect justice, mastered by their faith divine By one man's plain truth to manhood and to God's supreme design.
Page 121 - ... white pages that remain for thee. Prate not of thy repentance. But believe The spark divine dwells in thee : let it grow. That which the upreaching spirit can achieve, The grand and all creative forces know ; They will assist and strengthen as the light Lifts up the acorn to the oak-tree's height. Thou hast but to resolve, and lo ! God's whole Great universe shall fortify thy soul.
Page 126 - Stranger, Beneath this Stone, Lies the Dust of A Spy Who Perished Upon the Gibbet; Yet The Storied Marbles of the Great, The Shrines of Heroes, Entombed not one more Worthy of Honor Than him who here Sleeps his last sleep. Nations Bow with Reverence before the Dust Of him who dies A Glorious death, Urged on by the Sound of the Trumpet And the shouts of Admiring thousands. But what Reverence, what honor, Is not due to one Who for his country encountered Even an infamous death...
Page 121 - Beneath this starry arch Nought resteth or is still: But all things hold their march. As if by one great will: Moves one.
Page 113 - Will that thought of public services vanish from her halls ? From out the silence of God's acre I hear her sainted founders reply ' God forbid. ' From the great army of instructors...

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