God, the All-wise! by the fire of Thy chastening,
Earth shall to freedom and truth be restored;

Through the thick darkness Thy kingdom is hastening, Thou wilt give peace in Thy time, O Lord.

FOR THE GIFTS OF THE SPIRIT

EDWARD ROWLAND SILL

SEND down thy truth, O God!
Too long the shadows frown;
Too long the darkened way we've trod:
Thy truth, O Lord, send down!

Send down thy Spirit free,
Till wilderness and town
One temple for thy worship be:
Thy Spirit, oh, send down!

Send down thy love, thy life,

Our lesser lives to crown,

And cleanse them of their hate and strife:
Thy living love send down!

Send down thy peace, O Lord!
Earth's bitter voices drown

In one deep ocean of accord:
Thy peace, O God, send down!

THE PATRIOT HYMN

From The Building of the Organ

NATHAN HASKELL DOLE

Oh, Country, fair and grand,
Our glorious Fatherland,
Superb, star-crowned-

By Freedom's breezes fanned,
Firm in thy mountain band,
That guard on every hand
Thy sacred ground!

Thy children come to-day
A wreath of love to lay
Before thy feet.

In festival array,

With jocund hearts and gay,
Our homage pure we pay;
With song we meet!

In War's hard Wilderness,
With bitter storm and stress,

We've tarried long.

Now Peace thy sons shall bless! Freedom and Righteousness

Shall make them strong!

Strong in the cause of Right
To aid the weak with might
Born of the Truth;

Strong as the hosts of Light
Arrayed against the Night,
To put all wrong to flight
With zeal of Youth!

We are thy Sword and Shield!

To thee our all we yield

At thy command.

But when War's wounds are healed,

In workshop and in field,

Our love is best revealed,

Dear Native Land!

AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN

WASHINGTON ALLSTON

ALL hail! thou noble land,

Our Fathers' native soil!
Oh, stretch thy mighty hand,
Gigantic grown by toil,

O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore!
For thou with magic might

Canst reach to where the light

Of Phoebus travels bright

The world o'er!

The Genius of our clime,

From his pine-embattled steep,

Shall hail the guest sublime;

While the Tritons of the deep

With their conchs the kindred league shall proclaim.

Then let the world combine

O'er the main our naval line

Like the milky-way shall shine
Bright in fame!

Though ages long have past

Since our Fathers left their home, Their pilot in the blast,

O'er untraveled seas to roam,

Yet lives the blood of England in our veins!

And shall we not proclaim

That blood of honest fame

Which no tyranny can tame
By its chains?

While the language free and bold
Which the bard of Avon sung,
In which our Milton told

How the vault of heaven rung
When Satan, blasted, fell with his host;
While this, with reverence meet,
Ten thousand echoes greet,

From rock to rock repeat

Round our coast; ·

While the manners, while the arts,

That mould a nation's soul,

Still cling around our hearts,-
Between let Ocean roll,

Our joint communion breaking with the Sun:

Yet still from either beach

The voice of blood shall reach,

More audible than speech, "We are One."

AMERICA

SYDNEY DOBELL

NOR force nor fraud shall sunder us! Oh ye
Who north or south, on east or western land,
Native to noble sounds, say truth for truth,
Freedom for freedom, love for love, and God
For God; oh ye who in eternal youth
Speak with a living and creative flood
This universal English, and do stand

Its breathing book; live worthy of that grand
Heroic utterance - parted, yet a whole,
Far, yet unsevered - children brave and free
Of the great Mother-tongue, and ye shall be
Lords of an empire wide as Shakespeare's soul,
Sublime as Milton's immemorial theme,

And rich as Chaucer's speech, and fair as Spenser's dream.

TRIBUTE TO AMERICA

Extract from The Revolt of Islam

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

THERE is a people mighty in its youth,
A land beyond the oceans of the west,