Omaha Memories: Recollections of Events, Men and Affairs in Omaha, Nebraska, from 1879 to 1917

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Swartz printing Company, 1917 - 246页

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第90页 - West begins; Out where the sun is a little brighter, Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter, Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter, That's where the West begins.
第248页 - And a little more love for all mankind, And so, we are faring adown the way That leads to the gates of a better day. A little more love for the friends of youth, A little less zeal for established...
第90页 - Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That's where the West begins...
第248页 - A little more tired at close of day, A little less anxious to have our way, A little less ready to scold and blame, A little more care for a brother's name, And so, we are nearing the journey's end, Where time and eternity meet and blend.
第90页 - Out where the world is in the making, Where fewer hearts in despair are aching, That's where the West begins; Where there's more of singing and less of sighing, Where there's more of giving and less of buying, And a man makes friends without half trying, That's where the West begins.
第89页 - ... of Rome, May rise and bring thee under, Flag of my native home, And with one blow dissever My heart from thee forever. "False are the words they utter, Ungenerous their brand; And rash the oaths they mutter, Flag of my native land; Whilst still in hope above me, Thou wavest — and I love thee ! "God is my love's first duty, To whose eternal name Be praise for all thy beauty, Thy grandeur and thy fame; But ever have I reckoned Thine, native flag, my second. "Woe to the foe or stranger Whose sacrilegious...
第248页 - A little more love for the friends of youth; A little less zeal for established truth; A little more charity in our views; A little less thirst for the daily news; And so we are folding our tents away, And passing in silence at close of day.
第248页 - With visions of those long-loved and dead, And so, we are going where all must go, To the place the living may never know. A little more laughter, a few more tears, And we shall have told our increasing years; The book is closed, and the prayers are said, And we are a part of the countless dead. Thrice happy, if then some soul can say, "I live, because he has passed my way.
第89页 - Woe to the foe or the stranger, Whose sacrilegious hand, Would touch thee, or endanger, Flag of my native land. Though some would fain discard thee, Mine should be raised to guard thee. Then wave, thou first of banners, And in thy gentle shade, Beliefs, opinions, manners, Promiscuously be laid ; And there, all discord ended, Our hearts and souls be blended. Stream on, stream on, before us, Thou labarum of light, While in one generous chorus, Our vows to thee we plight; "Unfaithful to thee — never!
第90页 - That's where the West begins; Out where a fresher breeze is blowing, Where there's laughter in every streamlet flowing, Where there's more of reaping and less of sowing, That's where the West begins.

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