O how shall words with equal warmth,
The gratitude declare,

That glows within my ravished breast?—
But Thou canst read it there!

Thy providence my life sustained,

And all my wants redrest,

When in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.

To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercies lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in prayer.

Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,

Before my infant heart conceived

From whence those comforts flowed.

-JOSEPH ADDISON.

A SAFE STRONGHOLD.

Translated by Thomas Carlyle from the German of Martin Luther.

A SAFE Stronghold our God is still,

A trusty shield and weapon;
He'll help us clear from all the ill

That hath us now o'ertaken,

The ancient prince of hell
Hath risen with purpose fell;
Strong mail of craft and power
He weareth in this hour-

On earth is not his fellow.

By force of arms we nothing can-
Full soon were we down-ridden;
But for us fights the proper man,
Whom God himself hath bidden,
Ask ye, Who is this same?

Christ Jesus is His name,

The Lord Zebaoth's Son-
He and no other one

Shall conquer in the battle.

And were this world all devils o'er,
And watching to devour us,
We lay it not to heart so sore-

Not they can overpower us.

And let the prince of ill
Look grim as e'er he will,
He harms us not a whit;
For why? His doom is writ

A word shall quickly slay him.

God's word, for all their craft and force, One moment will not linger;

But, spite of hell, shall have its course'Tis written by His finger.

And though they take our life,
Goods, honor, children, wife,
Yet is their profit small;

These things shall vanish all

The city of God remaineth.

Patriotism

The beauty of Israel is slain upon Thy high places

Then Job answered and said

Reading the Scriptures and other Holy Books
Without God in the World

Lord Thurlow's Reply to the Duke of Grafton
Song of Moses

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A bow-shot from her bower eaves

A fool, a fool!-1 met a fool i' th' forest
Alack, I am afraid they have awak'd.
And ever when the moon was low
And here his course the chieftain staid
And shall the mortal sons of God
And wherefore should these good news make me sick
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As Sir Launfal made morn through the darksome gate
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But, lo! the dome-the vast and wondrous dome
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He who hath bent him o'er the dead.
Him have I seen! oh, sight to cheer

How far, how very far it seemed

Hail: holy Light, offspring of Heav'n first born.
Hear what Highland Nora said

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I charm thy life from the weapons of strife

I chatter over stony ways

I conjure you, by that which you profess

I had a dream, which was not all a dream

Oh listen, man, a voice within us speaks the startling word
Oh sweet is the sound of the shuttle and loom
Once at midnight, just as Arktos.

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Once more unto the breach, dear friends

On me exercise not thy hatred for this misery befallen

O now forever, Farewell the tranquil mind.

O sleep, O gentle sleep

O woe to you, ye lofty halls

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Pack clouds away, and welcome day

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Queen of the silver bow, by thy pale beam

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Some words on language may be well applied
Stay, lady stay for mercy's sake.

Stay you that bear the corpse, and set it down

That I did love thee, Caesar, O 't is true

The angel with great joy received his guests

The armaments, which thunder-strike the walls of rock-built

The cock is crowing, the stream is flowing

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