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Page 47 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow-falls in the river, A moment white— then melts forever ; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm. — Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane.
Page 199 - LOVE : — what a volume in a word, an ocean in a tear, A seventh heaven in a glance, a whirlwind in a sigh, The lightning in a touch, a millennium in a moment...
Page 159 - But we paused not to weep for the fallen Who slept by each river and tree, Yet we twined them a wreath of the laurel As Sherman marched down to the sea. O, proud was our army that morning That stood where the pine darkly towers, When Sherman said : " Boys, you are weary, This day fair Savannah is ours.
Page 159 - When a rider came out from the darkness That hung over mountain and tree, And shouted, "Boys, up and be ready! For Sherman will march to the sea!
Page 225 - the pious tyrants cried, Who, in the poor, their Master crucified, His daily prayer, far better understood In acts than words, was simply DOING GOOD. So calm, so constant was his rectitude, That by his loss alone we know its worth, And feel how true a man has walked with us on earth.
Page 37 - O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight— Where are those dreamers now? One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern...
Page 67 - The flesh may fail, the heart may faint, But who are we to make complaint, Or dare to plead, in times like these, The weakness of our love of ease ? Thy will be done...
Page 37 - They grew in beauty, side by side, They filled one home with glee ; — Their graves are severed, far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea.