In War Time, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1864 - 152 pages |
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... tears And sweat of agony . The future's gain Is certain as God's truth ; but , meanwhile , pain Is bitter and tears are salt : our voices take A sober tone ; our very household songs Are heavy with a nation's griefs and wrongs ; And ...
... tears And sweat of agony . The future's gain Is certain as God's truth ; but , meanwhile , pain Is bitter and tears are salt : our voices take A sober tone ; our very household songs Are heavy with a nation's griefs and wrongs ; And ...
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... tear The nation in his going ? We who have shared the guilt must share The pang of his o'erthrowing ! Whate'er the loss , Whate'er the cross , Shall they complain Of present pain Who trust in God's hereafter ? For who that leans on His ...
... tear The nation in his going ? We who have shared the guilt must share The pang of his o'erthrowing ! Whate'er the loss , Whate'er the cross , Shall they complain Of present pain Who trust in God's hereafter ? For who that leans on His ...
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... tears And prayers of eighteen hundred years , A - muck in Slavery's crusade ? O black disgrace ! O shame and loss Too deep for tongue to phrase on ! Tear from your flag its holy cross , And in your van of battle toss The pirate's skull ...
... tears And prayers of eighteen hundred years , A - muck in Slavery's crusade ? O black disgrace ! O shame and loss Too deep for tongue to phrase on ! Tear from your flag its holy cross , And in your van of battle toss The pirate's skull ...
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... tears , And hearts with hate are hot ; But even - paced come round the years , And Nature changes not . She meets with smiles our bitter grief , With songs our groans of pain ; She mocks with tint of flower and leaf The war - field's ...
... tears , And hearts with hate are hot ; But even - paced come round the years , And Nature changes not . She meets with smiles our bitter grief , With songs our groans of pain ; She mocks with tint of flower and leaf The war - field's ...
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... tears of blood we sow She waits the rich return . She sees with clearer eye than ours The good of suffering born , - The hearts that blossom like her flowers , And ripen like her corn . O , give to us , in times like these , The vision ...
... tears of blood we sow She waits the rich return . She sees with clearer eye than ours The good of suffering born , - The hearts that blossom like her flowers , And ripen like her corn . O , give to us , in times like these , The vision ...
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Page 61 - But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
Page 59 - Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot, into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind : the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Page 57 - The laws of changeless justice bind Oppressor with oppressed; And close as sin and suffering joined We march to fate abreast.
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Page 11 - If, for the age to come, this hour Of trial hath vicarious power, And, blest by Thee, our present pain, Be Liberty's eternal gain, Thy will be done ! 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 1 A WORD FOR THE HOUR, THE firmament breaks up.
Page 146 - All hearts grew warmer in the presence Of one who, seeking not his own, Gave freely for the love of giving, Nor reaped for self the harvest sown. Thy greeting smile was pledge and prelude Of generous deeds and kindly words ; In thy large heart were fair guest-chambers, Open to sunrise and the birds...
Page 15 - The pangs of transformation ; Not painlessly doth God recast And mould anew the nation. Hot burns the fire Where wrongs expire ; Nor spares the hand That from the land Uproots the ancient evil. The hand-breadth cloud the sages feared Its bloody rain is dropping; The poison plant the fathers spared All else is overtopping. East, West, South, North, It curses the earth ; All justice dies, And fraud and lies Live only in its shadow.