God, the All-wise! by the fire of Thy chastening, 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! Send down thy Spirit free, Send down thy love, thy life, Our lesser lives to crown, And cleanse them of their hate and strife: Send down thy peace, O Lord! In one deep ocean of accord: THE PATRIOT HYMN From The Building of the Organ NATHAN HASKELL DOLE Oh, Country, fair and grand, By Freedom's breezes fanned, Thy children come to-day In festival array, With jocund hearts and gay, In War's hard Wilderness, We've tarried long. Now Peace thy sons shall bless! Freedom and Righteousness Shall make them strong! Strong in the cause of Right Strong as the hosts of Light 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! O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore! 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 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 While the language free and bold How the vault of heaven rung 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,- 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 Its breathing book; live worthy of that grand 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, |