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Strike , Thou the Master , we Thy keys , The anthem of the destinies ! The minor of
Thy loftier strain , Our hearts shall breathe the old refrain , Thy will be done ! THE
firmament breaks up . In black eclipse Light after THY WILL BE DONE . 11.
Strike , Thou the Master , we Thy keys , The anthem of the destinies ! The minor of
Thy loftier strain , Our hearts shall breathe the old refrain , Thy will be done ! THE
firmament breaks up . In black eclipse Light after THY WILL BE DONE . 11.
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But , if thine be the fate of all who break The ground for truth ' s seed , or forerun
their years Till lost in distance , or with stout hearts make A lane for freedom
through the level spears , Still take thou courage ! God has spoken through thee ...
But , if thine be the fate of all who break The ground for truth ' s seed , or forerun
their years Till lost in distance , or with stout hearts make A lane for freedom
through the level spears , Still take thou courage ! God has spoken through thee ...
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... And make her fields and fruited trees Our golden prophecies ! 0 , give to us her
finer ear ! Above this stormy din , We too would hear the bells of cheer Ring
peace and freedom in ! I NOW ' ST thou , O slave - cursed THE BATTLE AUTUMN
.
... And make her fields and fruited trees Our golden prophecies ! 0 , give to us her
finer ear ! Above this stormy din , We too would hear the bells of cheer Ring
peace and freedom in ! I NOW ' ST thou , O slave - cursed THE BATTLE AUTUMN
.
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I NOW ' ST thou , O slave - cursed land ! I . How , when the Chian ' s cup of guilt
Was full to overflow , there came God ' s justice in the sword of flame That , red
with slaughter to its hilt , Blazed in the Cappadocian victor ' s hand ? The
heavens ...
I NOW ' ST thou , O slave - cursed land ! I . How , when the Chian ' s cup of guilt
Was full to overflow , there came God ' s justice in the sword of flame That , red
with slaughter to its hilt , Blazed in the Cappadocian victor ' s hand ? The
heavens ...
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... or caught From whispering wind , or tread of passing feet , Or vagrant memory
calling up some sweet Snatch of old song or romance , whence or why They
scarcely know or ask , — so , thou and I , Nursed in the faith that Truth alone is
strong ...
... or caught From whispering wind , or tread of passing feet , Or vagrant memory
calling up some sweet Snatch of old song or romance , whence or why They
scarcely know or ask , — so , thou and I , Nursed in the faith that Truth alone is
strong ...
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| Title | In War Time, and Other Poems |
| Author | John Greenleaf Whittier |
| Edition | reprint |
| Publisher | Ticknor and Fields, 1864 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Jun 2007 |
| Length | 152 pages |
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