There is a land, of every land the pride,
Beloved by Heaven o’er all the world beside,
Where brighter suns dispense serener light,
And milder moons imparadise the night;
A land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth,
Time-tutored age, and love-exalted youth:...
James Montgomery
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[Battle of Sempach, fourteenth century]
“MAKE way for Liberty!”—he cried;
Made way for Liberty, and died!
In arms the Austrian phalanx stood,
A living wall, a human wood!
A wall, where every conscious stone
Seemed to its kindred thousands grown... -
From “The Pelican Island”
EVERY one,
By instinct taught, performed its little task,—
To build its dwelling and its sepulchre,
From its own essence exquisitely modelled;
There breed, and die, and leave a progeny,
Still... -
From “The Pelican Island”
—BIRDS, the free tenants of land, air, and ocean,
Their forms all symmetry, their motions grace;
In plumage, delicate and beautiful,
Thick without burden, close as fishes’ scales,
Or loose as full-grown poppies to the breeze;... -
FOREVER with the Lord!
Amen! so let it be!
Life from the dead is in that word,
And immortality.Here in the body pent,
Absent from him I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day’s march nearer home.My Father’s...
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The Bird that soars on highest wing
Builds on the ground her lowly nest;
And she that doth most sweetly sing
Sings in the shade, where all things rest;
In lark and nightingale we see
What honor hath humility.When Mary chose “the better part...
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Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed—
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.Prayer is the burthen of a sigh,
The falling of a tear—
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near... -
Friend after friend departs:
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end;
Were this frail world our only rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.Beyond the flight of time,
Beyond this vale... -
Vase un amigo, y otro, y otro luégo:
No hay vínculo suave
Que en esta vida, ajena de sosiego,
Con el morir no acabe.
Si aquí tuviese término el camino,
Fuera... -
La oración es voz del alma,
Ya palabras lleve ó nó,
De una llama que arde oculta
Generosa vibración.Un suspiro que se exhala,
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