But where are the sisters who hastened to greet I tread where the Twelve in their wayfaring trod; I stand where they stood with the Chosen of God, Oh, here with his flock the sad Wanderer came; The founts where he drank by the wayside still flow; And throned on her hills sits Jerusalem yet, But with dust on her forehead, and chains on her feet; For the crown of her pride to the mocker hath gone, And the holy Shechinah is dark where it shone. But wherefore this dream of the earthly abode Not in clouds and in terrors, but gentle as when, sea In the hush of my spirit would whisper to me. And what if my feet may not tread where He stood, Yet, Loved of the Father, Thy Spirit is near, Oh, the outward hath gone! but in glory and power On the heart's secret altar is burning the same! -John Greenleaf Whittier PATIENCE Let Be W Let it be. HEN the sky starts in a-rainin', There is no use of complainin', It will keep on perseverin' Till at last it's time for clearin' An' the days are bright and cheerin'; When a friend gits sour an' surly, Let 'im be. He'll come 'round perhaps, with waitin'; PATRIOTISM America M Sweet land of liberty, Y COUNTRY, 'tis of thee, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, My native country, thee— I love thy rocks and rills, Let music swell the breeze, -Anon. Let mortal tongues awake; Our fathers' God! to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing; Long may our land be bright Great God, our King! -Samuel Francis Smith The Star-Spangled Banner H, SAY, can you see, by the dawn's early light, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, On the shore, dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence repose What is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep, Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation; Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, -Francis Scott Key The Battle Hymn of the Republic MIN INE eyes have seen the Glory of the Coming of the He is treading out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His Truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; |