Love for the Battle-torn Peoples: Sermon-studies

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Unity Publishing Company, 1916 - 166
 

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Strona 145 - Here at last is something in the doings of man That corresponds with the broadcast doings of the day and night. Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.
Strona 145 - BY BLUE Ontario's shore, As I mused of these warlike days and of peace return'd, and the dead that return no more, A Phantom gigantic superb, with stern visage accosted me, Chant me the poem, it said, that comes from the soul of America, chant me the carol of victory, And strike up the marches of Libertad, marches more powerful yet, And sing me before you go the song of the throes of Democracy.
Strona 21 - You will we hate with a lasting hate, We will never forego our hate, Hate by water and hate by land, Hate of the head and hate of the hand, Hate of the hammer and hate of the crown, Hate of seventy millions, choking down. We love as one, we hate as one, We have one foe, and one alone — ENGLAND!
Strona 90 - In the old Tuscan town stands Giotto's tower, The lily of Florence blossoming in stone, — A vision, a delight, and a desire, — The builder's perfect and centennial flower, That in the night of ages bloomed alone, But wanting still the glory of the spire.
Strona 49 - Such let me seem, till such I be ; Take not my snow-white dress away ! Soon from this dusk of earth I flee Up to the glittering lands of day.
Strona 145 - Of all nations the United States with veins full of poetical stuff most need poets and will doubtless have the greatest and use them the greatest. Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much as their poets shall.
Strona 67 - Palissy! within thy breast Burned the hot fever of unrest; Thine was the prophet's vision, thine The exultation, the divine Insanity of noble minds, That never falters nor abates, But labors and endures and waits, Till all that it foresees it finds, Or what it cannot find creates!
Strona 142 - polacks" — and "scum o' the earth." Ill GENOESE boy of the level brow, Lad of the lustrous, dreamy eyes Agaze at Manhattan's pinnacles now In the first, sweet shock of a hushed surprise; Within your far-rapt seer's eyes I catch the glow of the wild surmise That played on the Santa Maria's prow In that still gray dawn, Four centuries gone, When a world from the wave began to rise. Oh...
Strona 50 - All things transitory But as symbols are sent : Earth's insufficiency Here grows to Event : The Indescribable, Here it is done : The Woman-Soul leadeth us Upward and on!

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