The Truth Seeker Collection of Forms, Hymns, and Recitations: Original and SelectedD.M. Bennett, Liberal and Scientific Publishing House, 1877 - 585 страница |
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... Night and day ; Sow the seed , withdraw the curtain , Clear the way ! Men of action , aid and cheer them As ye may ! There's a fount about to stream , There's a light about to beam , There's a warmth about to glow , There's a flower ...
... Night and day ; Sow the seed , withdraw the curtain , Clear the way ! Men of action , aid and cheer them As ye may ! There's a fount about to stream , There's a light about to beam , There's a warmth about to glow , There's a flower ...
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... night . O let thy light within us shine , And lift the shadows which now hang Before the portals of the tomb , Hiding our loved ones from us . May angels say to those who weep : " Not here , but risen from the grave ; Called to go up ...
... night . O let thy light within us shine , And lift the shadows which now hang Before the portals of the tomb , Hiding our loved ones from us . May angels say to those who weep : " Not here , but risen from the grave ; Called to go up ...
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... night of igno- rance and superstition be lost in the brightness of the millenial day . Amen . MRS . LUNA HUTCHINSON . THE LORD'S PRAYER , FAMILIARIZED . Our Big Papa , who lives up in the sky , we want every body to think ever so much ...
... night of igno- rance and superstition be lost in the brightness of the millenial day . Amen . MRS . LUNA HUTCHINSON . THE LORD'S PRAYER , FAMILIARIZED . Our Big Papa , who lives up in the sky , we want every body to think ever so much ...
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... night was dark on the ocean's breast , And the waves rolled high in wild unrest , Where a stately bark was dashing on Toward a breaker's crest , with her rudder gone . Around the capstan , in wild despair , The crew had gathered , and ...
... night was dark on the ocean's breast , And the waves rolled high in wild unrest , Where a stately bark was dashing on Toward a breaker's crest , with her rudder gone . Around the capstan , in wild despair , The crew had gathered , and ...
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... night , does man read this future in his heart . The impulse of affection that leaps unbidden in his breast , though suppressed in competitive strife , or witheréd by cankering cares , yet returns in the woodland walk and the midnight ...
... night , does man read this future in his heart . The impulse of affection that leaps unbidden in his breast , though suppressed in competitive strife , or witheréd by cankering cares , yet returns in the woodland walk and the midnight ...
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A. C. Swinburne Abner Kneeland Abraham Davenport Andy Bell angels Anon beautiful bless bloom brave breath Bright messenger brother Charles Mackay cheer clouds creeds dare dark dawn dead dear death deeds dream earth Elmina error eternal evermore eyes faith fear flowers forever freedom Freethought friends Gerald Massey give glorious glory grave hand happy hath heart heaven hope hour human HYMN immortal Jacob Martin labor land laws liberty life's light live mankind marriage mind moral morning Nature Nature's neath never night noble o'er pain peace praise prayer reign rest rise Selected shine shore sing slaves smile song sorrow soul spirit stand stars strive sweet sword of truth tears thee There's thine Thomas Paine thou thought to-day toil true truth Twill tyrants voice waves weary wisdom words wrong
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Страница 98 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Страница 130 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Страница 82 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Страница 97 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Страница 74 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,— the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods— rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Страница 82 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know...
Страница 212 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Страница 96 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Страница 249 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Страница 74 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.