Our bugles sound gayly. To horse and away!
And over the mountains breaks the day;
Then ho! brothers, ho! for the ride or the fight,
There are deeds to be done ere we slumber to-night!
And whether we fight or whether we fall
By sabre-stroke or rifle-...
Rossiter Worthington Raymond
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He stood upon the earth, and turned
To gaze on sky and land and sea,
While in his ear the whisper burned,
“Behold, these all belong to thee!”O wondrous call to conquests new!
O thrill of blood! O joy of Soul!
O peaks with ever-widening... -
Beside the dead I knelt for prayer,
And felt a presence as I prayed.
Lo! it was Jesus standing there.
He smiled: “Be not afraid!”“Lord, Thou hast conquered death we know;
Restore again to life,” I said,
“This one who died an hour ago...