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U E see not , know not ; all our way V Is night , — with Thee alone is day : From
out the torrent ' s troubled drift , Above the storm our prayers we lift , Thy will be
done ! The flesh may fail , the heart may saint , But who are we to make complaint
...
U E see not , know not ; all our way V Is night , — with Thee alone is day : From
out the torrent ' s troubled drift , Above the storm our prayers we lift , Thy will be
done ! The flesh may fail , the heart may saint , But who are we to make complaint
...
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The moor of Marston felt my tread , Through Jersey snows the march I led , My
voice Magenta ' s charges sped . “ But now , through weary day and night , I
watch a vague and aimless fight For leave to strike one blow aright . “ On either
side my ...
The moor of Marston felt my tread , Through Jersey snows the march I led , My
voice Magenta ' s charges sped . “ But now , through weary day and night , I
watch a vague and aimless fight For leave to strike one blow aright . “ On either
side my ...
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Our Marah ' s bitter springs Are sweetened ; on our ground of grief Rise day by
day in strong relief The prophecies of better things . Rejoice in hope ! The day
and night Are one with God , and one with them Who see by faith the cloudy hem
Of ...
Our Marah ' s bitter springs Are sweetened ; on our ground of grief Rise day by
day in strong relief The prophecies of better things . Rejoice in hope ! The day
and night Are one with God , and one with them Who see by faith the cloudy hem
Of ...
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O dark , sad millions , patiently and dumb Waiting for God , your hour , at last ,
has come , And freedom ' s song Breaks the long silence of your night of wrong !
Arise and flee ! shake off the vile restraint Of ages ; but , like Ballymena ' s saint ...
O dark , sad millions , patiently and dumb Waiting for God , your hour , at last ,
has come , And freedom ' s song Breaks the long silence of your night of wrong !
Arise and flee ! shake off the vile restraint Of ages ; but , like Ballymena ' s saint ...
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THE tent - lights glimmer on the land , 1 The ship - lights on the sea ; The night -
wind smooths with drifting sand Our track on lone Tybee . At last our grating keels
outslide , Our good boats forward swing ; And while we ride the land - locked ...
THE tent - lights glimmer on the land , 1 The ship - lights on the sea ; The night -
wind smooths with drifting sand Our track on lone Tybee . At last our grating keels
outslide , Our good boats forward swing ; And while we ride the land - locked ...
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| Title | In War Time, and Other Poems |
| Author | John Greenleaf Whittier |
| Contributors | Welch, Bigelow & Co, Ticknor and Fields |
| Edition | reprint |
| Publisher | Ticknor and Fields, 1864 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Jun 2007 |
| Length | 152 pages |
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