A Memorial of Lt. Daniel Perkins Dewey, of the Twenty-fifth Regiment, Connecticut Volunteers

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Press of Case, Lockwood, 1864 - 126 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 109 - The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places : how are the mighty fallen ! Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon ; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.
Pàgina 13 - All this day Thy hand has led me, — And I thank thee for thy care ; Thou hast clothed me, warmed and fed me, Listen to my evening prayer. Let my sins be all forgiven ! Bless the friends I love so well ! Take me, when I die, to heaven, Happy there with thee to dwell ! VI.
Pàgina 104 - ... promise well, Though o'er her bloom and greenness sweeps The battle's breath of hell. And still she walks in golden hours Through harvest-happy farms ; And still she wears her fruits and flowers Like jewels on her arms. What mean the gladness of the plain, This joy of eve and morn, The mirth that shakes the beard of grain, And yellow locks of corn ? Ah...
Pàgina 103 - THE flags of war like storm-birds fly, The charging trumpets blow ; Yet rolls no thunder in the sky, No earthquake strives below. And, calm and patient, Nature keeps Her ancient promise well, Though o'er her bloom and greenness sweeps The battle's breath of hell. And still she walks in golden hours Through harvest-happy farms, And still she wears her fruits and flowers Like jewels on her arms. What mean the gladness of the plain, This joy of eve and morn, The mirth that shakes the beard of grain...
Pàgina 124 - He shall judge the poor of the people, he shall save the children of the needy, and shall break in pieces the oppressor.
Pàgina 12 - Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take ; And this I ask for Jesus
Pàgina 104 - Too near to God for doubt or fear, She shares the eternal calm. She knows the seed lies safe below The fires that blast and burn ; For all the 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.
Pàgina 106 - This is my commandment, that ye love one another, as I have loved you. Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you.
Pàgina 105 - The fires that blast and burn ; For all the 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. Oh, give to us, in times like these, The vision of her eyes ; And make her fields and fruited trees Our golden prophecies ! Oh, give to us her finer ear ! Above this stormy din, We too would hear the bells of cheer Ring peace and freedom in.
Pàgina 1 - Thee from year to year The Church's solemn chant we hear, As from thy cradle to thy throne She swells her high heart-cheering tone. Listen, ye pure white-robed souls, Whom in her list she now enrolls, And gird ye for your high emprize By these her thrilling minstrelsies.

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