Gems from the spirit mine. (League of univ. brotherhood).1850 |
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... CROWN for the queenly May , Ere her festal reign is o'er ; A chaplet more rich and gay , Than ever an empress wore . Earth's living jewels fair , In a floral wreath we twine ; A coronal sweet and rare , On May's fair brow to shine ...
... CROWN for the queenly May , Ere her festal reign is o'er ; A chaplet more rich and gay , Than ever an empress wore . Earth's living jewels fair , In a floral wreath we twine ; A coronal sweet and rare , On May's fair brow to shine ...
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... crown the Queen of Spring . Around the fragrant circlet , PEACE twines her olive spray , And with sweet words of blessing , Crowneth the lovely May . As falls the graceful coronal Upon her golden hair , Sweet sounds of pleasant melody ...
... crown the Queen of Spring . Around the fragrant circlet , PEACE twines her olive spray , And with sweet words of blessing , Crowneth the lovely May . As falls the graceful coronal Upon her golden hair , Sweet sounds of pleasant melody ...
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... crowns the Queen of Spring . E. B. P. HYMN FOR THE BROTHERHOOD BAZAAR . OH , if the thought be beautiful , if it be wise and kind , To weave the bond of brotherhood , the whole wide world to bind ; And if to sheath the murderous sword ...
... crowns the Queen of Spring . E. B. P. HYMN FOR THE BROTHERHOOD BAZAAR . OH , if the thought be beautiful , if it be wise and kind , To weave the bond of brotherhood , the whole wide world to bind ; And if to sheath the murderous sword ...
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... walks the world unheeded , That , when its veil of sadness is laid down , Shall soar aloft with pinions unimpeded , And wear its glory like a starry crown . ANON . ELIZABETH FRY'S FAREWELL VISIT TO THE FEMALE CONVICT SHIP " 18.
... walks the world unheeded , That , when its veil of sadness is laid down , Shall soar aloft with pinions unimpeded , And wear its glory like a starry crown . ANON . ELIZABETH FRY'S FAREWELL VISIT TO THE FEMALE CONVICT SHIP " 18.
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... - leaf His name . This was all her mystic might , Key of nature's hardest lock ; Star of sorrow's deepest night , Prisoner's crown and robe of light , Rod to melt the stony rock . Lo ! they weep - the smitten stones ; Angels 20.
... - leaf His name . This was all her mystic might , Key of nature's hardest lock ; Star of sorrow's deepest night , Prisoner's crown and robe of light , Rod to melt the stony rock . Lo ! they weep - the smitten stones ; Angels 20.
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alliance holy angel ANON banner beauty bend Beneath blessed blood breath bright brother Brotherhood brow Calabar cease CHARLES DICKENS CHARLES MACKAY cheer Christian clime cometh crown dark death deeds deep Dost thou doth E'en earth Elihu Burritt ELIZA COOK England evermore fair fair brow faith fatherland fear flowers Form an alliance gaze gentle GIN PALACE glorious day glory God's grief groans hail hath heart heaven holy and sincere hope hour human Hurrah HYMN JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN BETHUNE labour Lamartine land last cannon-shot light Lord MARY HOWITT mercy mind nations ne'er neath never noble o'er OCEAN PENNY POSTAGE peace poor prayer pride race reign rill scorn shine shore slave smile song soul spirit strife sweet sword teach tears thee thine THOMAS HARRISON thou hast toil truth UNCLE JOHN voice war-spirit wave weep wild William Penn
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Página 68 - Since Trifles make the Sum of human things And half our misery from our foibles springs Since [life's best joys] consist in peace and ease And [few can] save or serve but all may please: Oh! let the [ungentle] spirit learn from hence, A small unkindness is a great offence. Large bounties to bestow we wish in vain; But all may shun the guilt of giving pain.
Página 71 - Where is the true man's fatherland? Is It where he by chance is born? Doth not the yearning spirit scorn In such scant borders to be spanned? Oh yes! his fatherland must be As the blue heaven wide and free ! Is it alone where freedom is, Where God is God and man is man?
Página 70 - Our fathers to their graves have gone ; Their strife is past, their triumph won ; But sterner trials wait the race Which rises in their honored place ; A moral warfare with the crime And folly of an evil time. So let it be. In God's own might We gird us for the coming fight, And, strong in Him whose cause is ours In conflict with unholy powers, We grasp the weapons He has given, — The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven.
Página 14 - I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the endless groan, Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations reach our own.
Página 15 - Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations reach our own. On helm and harness rings the Saxon hammer, Through Cimbric forest roars the Norseman's song, And loud, amid the universal clamor, O'er distant deserts sounds the Tartar gong.
Página 16 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts!
Página 14 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies...
Página 71 - Where'er a single slave doth pine, Where'er one man may help another, — Thank God for such a birthright, brother, That spot of earth is thine and mine ! There is the true man's birthplace grand, His is a world-wide fatherland...
Página 47 - O thou who mournest on thy way, With longings for the close of day; He walks with thee, that Angel kind, And gently whispers, "Be resigned: Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell The dear Lord ordereth all things well!
Página 15 - The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage ; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns ; The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade — And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade. Is it, O man, with such discordant noises, With such accursed instruments as these, Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices, And jarrest the celestial harmonies ? Were half the power that fills the world with...