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Page 53 - 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 fills, Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all
Page 372 - I live for those who love me, For those who know me true, For the heaven that smiles above me, And awaits my spirit too. For the cause that lacks assistance, For the wrongs that need resistance, For the future in the distance, And the good that I can do. 5.
Page 129 - Knowledge Dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men ; Wisdom, in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much ; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Page 263 - Vice is a monster of so frightful a mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 54 - air,. Or dip thy paddle in the lake, But it carves the bow of beauty there, And the ripples in rhymes the oar forsake. The wood is wiser far than thou ; The wood and wave each other know. Not unrelated, unaffied, But to each thought and thing allied, Is perfect Nature's every part, Rooted in the mighty Heart.
Page 53 - Sweet freedom's song. Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathe partake, Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. -Our father's God to thee, -Author of liberty, To
Page 5 - are wearily sighing; Toll ye the church-bell, sad and slow, And tread softly, and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying! Old year, you must not die ; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year, you shall not die.
Page 294 - words of Oliver Wendell Holmes: "Build thee more stately mansions, O, my soul, As the swift seasons roll. Leave thy low vaulted past; Let each new temple, nobler than
Page 54 - a taste for the cultivation of forest trees. It argues, I think, a sweet and generous nature to have this strong relish for the beauties of vegetation, and this friendship for the hardy and glorious sons of the forest. He who plants an oak looks forward to future ages and plants for posterity. Nothing