Garnered Sheaves: The Complete Poetical Works of J. G. Holland

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Scribner, Armstrong & Company, 1873 - 397 strani
 

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Stran 363 - God, give us men! A time like this demands strong minds, Great hearts, true faith, and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill ; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty and in private thinking!
Stran 330 - I count this thing to be grandly true; That a noble deed is a step toward God— Lifting the soul from the common clod To a purer air and a broader view.
Stran 331 - ... neath our feet ; By what we have mastered of good and gain ; By the pride deposed, and the passion slain, And the vanquished ills that we hourly meet. We hope, we aspire, we resolve, we trust, When the morning calls us to life and light ; But our hearts grow weary, and, ere the night, Our lives are trailing the sordid dust.
Stran 357 - In the light of that star Lie the ages impearled; And that song from afar Has swept over the world. Every hearth is aflame, and the Beautiful sing In the homes of the nations that Jesus is King.
Stran 330 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
Stran 23 - Out from the shore of the unknown sea, Tossing in pitiful agony, — Of the unknown sea that reels and rolls, Specked with the barks of little souls — Barks that were launched on the other side, And slipped from Heaven on an ebbing tide...
Stran 56 - We trace to Thee our joys and woes, — To Thee of causes still the cause, — We thank Thee that Thy hand bestows ; We bless Thee that Thy love withdraws. We bring no sorrows to Thy throne ; We come to Thee with no complaint ; In Providence Thy will is done, And that is sacred to the saint.
Stran 372 - He could see naught but vanity in beauty, And naught but weakness in a fond caress. And pitied men whose views of Christian duty Allowed indulgence in such foolishness. Yet there were love and tenderness within him; And I am told that when his Charley died, Nor nature's need nor gentle words could win him From his fond vigils at the sleeper's side. And when they came to bury little Charley, They found fresh dew-drops sprinkled in his hair, And on his breast a rosebud gathered early, — And guessed,...
Stran 363 - ... hands. Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have Honor; men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue And Damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog in public duty and in private thinking; For while the rabble, with their thumb-worn creeds, Their large professions and their little deeds, Mingle in selfish strife, Lo! freedom weeps, Wrong...
Stran 356 - There's a tumult of joy O'er the wonderful birth, For the virgin's sweet boy Is the Lord of the earth, Ay!

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