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• Love to the Church

  I love thy kingdom, Lord,
  The house of thine abode,
  The church our blest Redeemer saved …

  Timothy Dwight

• Days of My Youth - George Tucker

  Days of my youth,
  Ye have glided away;
  Hairs of my youth, …

  St

• Darby and Joan - John Honeywood

  I
  when darby saw the setting sun,
  He swung his scythe, and home he run, …

  St

• The Fisherman's Hymn

  The osprey sails above the sound,
  The geese are gone, the gulls are flying;
  The herring shoals swarm thick around, …

  Alexander Wilson

• The Blue-Bird

  When winter’s cold tempests and snows are no more,
  Green meadows and brown-furrowed fields reappearing,
  The fishermen hauling their shad to the shore, …

  Alexander Wilson

• To Sally

  The man in righteousness arrayed,
  A pure and blameless liver,
  Needs not the keen Toledo blade, …

  John Quincy Adams

• The Lip and the Heart

  One day between the Lip and the Heart
  A wordless strife arose,
  Which was expertest in the art …

  John Quincy Adams

• Hail Columbia

  Hail, columbia! happy land!
  Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!
  Who fought and bled in Freedom’s cause, …

  Joseph Hopkinson

• Sleighing Song

  When calm is the night, and the stars shine bright,
  The sleigh glides smooth and cheerily;
  And mirth and jest abound, …

  John Shaw

• A Visit from St - Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore

  ’t was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
  Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
  The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, …

  Clement Clarke Moore

• The Star-Spangled Banner

  O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
  What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming—
  Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the clouds of the fight, …

  Francis Scott Key

• The Old Man's Carousal

  Drink! drink! to whom shall we drink?
  To a friend or a mistress? Come, let me think!
  To those who are absent, or those who are here? …

  James Kirke Paulding

• America to Great Britain

  all hail! thou noble land,
  Our Fathers’ native soil!
  Oh, stretch thy mighty hand, …

  Washington Allston

• Rosalie

  “o pour upon my soul again
  That sad, unearthly strain,
  That seems from other worlds to plain; …

  Washington Allston

• On the Late S - T. Coleridge by Washington Allston

  And thou art gone, most loved, most honored friend!
  No, nevermore thy gentle voice shall blend
  With air of Earth its pure ideal tones, …

• The Latter Day

  Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning;
  Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain;
  Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning; …

  Thomas Hastings

• In Sorrow

  Gently, lord, oh, gently lead us,
  Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
  Through the trials yet decreed us, …

  Thomas Hastings

• The Bucket

  How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
  When fond recollection presents them to view!
  The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, …

  Samuel Woodworth

• Loves she like me?

  O say, my flattering heart,
  Loves she like me?
  Is her’s thy counterpart, …

  Samuel Woodworth

• The Little Beach-Bird

  Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea,
  Why takest thou its melancholy voice,
  And with that boding cry …

  Richard Henry Dana

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