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... flowers innumerous , earth - jewels fair , That lift your eyelids to the morning air ; And all ye torrents , that with eloquent voice , Call on the mountain - echoes to rejoice And sing , amid the wilderness , a song Of jubilant ...
... flowers innumerous , earth - jewels fair , That lift your eyelids to the morning air ; And all ye torrents , that with eloquent voice , Call on the mountain - echoes to rejoice And sing , amid the wilderness , a song Of jubilant ...
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... flowers and shoots , And luscious autumn pour its fruits ; And we can see the lilies blow , The corn - fields wave , the rivers flow ; For us all bounties of the earth , For us its wisdom , love , and mirth , If we daily walk in the ...
... flowers and shoots , And luscious autumn pour its fruits ; And we can see the lilies blow , The corn - fields wave , the rivers flow ; For us all bounties of the earth , For us its wisdom , love , and mirth , If we daily walk in the ...
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... flowers and shoots , And luscious autumn pour its fruits ; And we can see the lilies blow , The corn - fields wave , the rivers flow ; For us all bounties of the earth , For us its wisdom , love , and mirth , If we daily walk in the ...
... flowers and shoots , And luscious autumn pour its fruits ; And we can see the lilies blow , The corn - fields wave , the rivers flow ; For us all bounties of the earth , For us its wisdom , love , and mirth , If we daily walk in the ...
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... flower ; And in her nightly gleam , her morning flush , Her buzzing noon , and evening's golden hour , Converse with me upon the one great theme With all her voices ; meadow , mountain , stream , Forest and ocean , uttering but one ...
... flower ; And in her nightly gleam , her morning flush , Her buzzing noon , and evening's golden hour , Converse with me upon the one great theme With all her voices ; meadow , mountain , stream , Forest and ocean , uttering but one ...
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... flowers of day , When lingering would the hours prolong ? Let me alone : my mind and heart Are full of a joy thou canst not see , And each impediment is pain ; Thy very talk is grief to me . Let me away . Why should I stay , Wasting ...
... flowers of day , When lingering would the hours prolong ? Let me alone : my mind and heart Are full of a joy thou canst not see , And each impediment is pain ; Thy very talk is grief to me . Let me away . Why should I stay , Wasting ...
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Page 194 - Aid the dawning, tongue and pen ; Aid it, hopes of honest men; Aid it, paper — aid it, type — Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play. Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way ! to!
Page 198 - Wait a little longer. There's a good time coming, boys, A good time coming : The people shall be temperate, And shall love instead of hate,"!
Page 160 - A nameless man, amid a crowd That throng'd the daily mart, Let fall a word of Hope and Love, Unstudied, from the heart ; A whisper on the tumult thrown — A transitory breath — It raised a brother from the dust, It saved a soul from death. O germ ! O fount ! O word of love ! O thought at random cast ! Ye were but little at the first, But mighty at the last ! CHARLES MACKAY.
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Page 197 - There's a good time coming, boys, A good time coming : Hateful rivalries of creed Shall not make their martyrs bleed In the good time coming. Religion shall be shorn of pride, And flourish all the stronger ; ' And charity shall trim her lamp ; Wait a little longer. There's a good time coming...
Page 195 - sa midnight blackness changing Into gray. Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way ! 19 Once the welcome light has broken, Who shall say What the unimagined glories Of the day ? What the evil that shall perish In its ray ? Aid the dawning, tongue and pen ; Aid it, hopes of honest men ; Aid it paper, — aid it type, — • Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play. Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way...
Page 224 - Blessings on Science, and her handmaid Steam ! They make Utopia only half a dream ; And show the fervent, of capacious souls, Who watch the ball of Progress as it rolls, That all as yet completed, or begun, Is but the dawning that precedes the sun.
Page 196 - THE GOOD TIME COMING. THERE'S a good time coming, boys, A good time coming: We may not live to see the day, But earth shall glisten in the ray Of the good time coming. Cannon-balls may aid the truth, But thought's a weapon stronger; We'll win our battle by its aid; — Wait a little longer. There's a good time coming, boys, A good time coming: The pen shall supersede the sword, And Right, not Might, shall be the lord In the good time coming.
Page 213 - They were days when the gallows stood black in the way The larger the town, the more plentiful they ; When Law never dreamed it was good to relent, Or thought it less wisdom to kill than prevent ; When Justice herself, taking Law for her guide, Was never appeased till a victim had died ; And the stealer of sheep, and the slayer of men, Were strung up together — again and again.
Page 206 - No dread of toil have we or ours ; We know our worth, and weigh our powers ; The more we work the more we win : Success to Trade...