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Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, 0 Union, strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! The Building of the Ship Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee, are all with thee!
Ibid. The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark. The Fire of Drift-wood. There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb is there;
Ibid. But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Ibid. What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
1bich There is no death! What seems so is transition ;
This life of mortal breath
Builders wrought with greatest care
The Builders This is the forest primeval.
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Evangeline. Parti.l. Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
And as she looked around, she saw how Death the
consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
Part ii. 5.
God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.
The Courtship of Miles Standish. it.
That of our vices we can frame
The Ladder of Saint Augustine
Were not attained by sudden flight,
The Herons of Elmwood.
The Dutch Picture
i See Stoughton, page 266. 2 Plymouth rock.
8 I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
TENNYSON : In Memoriam, i.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
With useless endeavour
The Masque of Pandora. Chorus of the Eumenides. All things come round to him who will but wait.
Tales of a Wayside Inn. The Student's Tale. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
The Golden Legend. iv. Hospitality sitting with Gladness.
Translation from Frithiof's Saga.
Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours
Motto, Hyperion. Book 1.2
Must love and joy and sorrow learn ;
Ibid. Book ü. Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number.
Hyperion. Book iv. Chap. viii.
1 See Emerson, page 601.
2 Wer nie sein Brod mit Thränen ass,
Wer nicht die kummervollen Nächte
GOETHE : Wilhelm Wrister, book ii. chap. xiii. Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.
Katua na igh. .
There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery.
Inferno. Canto +. Line 121,
JOHN G. WHITTIER. 1807
So fallen ! so lost! the light withdrawn
Which once he wore;
For evermore !
Making their lives a prayer.
To A. K. On receiving a Basket of Sen-Moses
The Chapel of the llermis-
Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time,
So “ Bonnie Doon" but tarry;
Lines on Burns,
i Quoted from Cotton's “ To-morrow." See Genesis xxx. 3. 2 See Chaucer, page 5.
In omni adversitate fortunæ, infelicissimum genus est infortunii fuisse felicem (In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most unhappy kind of misfortune). - BOETHIUS : De Consolatione Philosophiæ, fiber ii.
This is truth the poet sings,
Tennysor : Locksley Hall
, line 78
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
Low stir of leaves and dip of oars
The hope of all who suffer,
The Mantle of St. John de Matha
Their fronded palms in air;
Beyond His love and care. The Eternal Goodness
SALMON P. CHASE. 1808–1873. The Constitution, in all its provisions, looks to an in. destructible Union composed of indestructible States.
Decision in Texas v. White, 7 Wallace, 725. No more slave States ; no slave Territories.
Platform of the Free Soil National Convention, 1848. The way to resumption is to resume.
Letter to Horace Greeley, March 17, 1866
SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH.
My country, 't is of thee,
Of thee I sing :