This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 Excerpt: ...of fame, 'Tis the high privilege that with His new-born honors came. How many a widow's home Would gladden at his tread, How many an orphan cease to weep Despairing o'er the dead! Three times the Monarch dubbed him--Thy valor well is known--We hope to see thee stand ere long, A bulwark round our throne. Be loyal, brave ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 Excerpt: ...of fame, 'Tis the high privilege that with His new-born honors came. How many a widow's home Would gladden at his tread, How many an orphan cease to weep Despairing o'er the dead! Three times the Monarch dubbed him--Thy valor well is known--We hope to see thee stand ere long, A bulwark round our throne. Be loyal, brave and hardy To advocate the right By God, St. Michael and St. George Thou art ordained, bold knight. FAREWELL SONG. Farewell love, Farewell to vanish'd hours of golden dreaming, Farewell to days with hope's bright visions teeming; Tis meet that we, Who long have known Love's wildest bliss, Its pangs should own; We who have deemed the wide earth orown'd with gladness, Must wake at length to life's unmeasured sadness. We part love, In the full glory of affection's prime, Our deep heart's fervor yet unchilled by time, We part to prove How love lives on, When joy expires, And hope is gone. We part--not for a few brief months or years--We part forever, 'mid this vale of tears. We'll meet love, We'll meet again--not where the flowers of earth Mid Summer breezes, spring to transient birth, Not where each strain From earthly cho-.ds Bears the sad tone Of parting words--Not where dark mem'ry wakes the gushing tear, Shall we two meet, so early severed here. Nor when, the bloom Of youth has passed away, and age crept nigh To dim the fires which now illume the eye, Nor when the glow Of love's young dream, Beams cold, and dead Along life's.stream. Not then, not then; dearest, my soul would shrink, If doomed to meet thee, on the grave's cold brink. We'll meet love, We'll meet again, where no dim shade of woe, Poisons life's current in its sunniest flow. Wihere friends ne'er change Where death is bound, Where hope fades not And love has found Its home of rest...
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