We hail the return of the day of thy birth, Fair Columbia! washed by the waves of two oceans Where men from the farthest dominions of earth Rear altars to Freedom, and pay their devotions; Where our fathers in fight,… — Abraham Coles Copy Share
Eternity! How know we but we stand On the precipitous and crumbling verge Of Time e'en now, Eternity below? — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
“Day of wrath, that day of burning, Seer and Sibyl speak concerning, All the world to ashes turning.” — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us. — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
True love is humble, thereby is it known; Girded for service, seeking not its own; Vaunts not itself, but speaks in self-dispraise. — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
On eyes that watch as well as eyes that weep Descends the solemn mystery of sleep, Toiling and climbing to the very close, The… — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds of Our Country's Banner! Be every bar, and every star, Displayed in… — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
Taking our stand on the immovable rock of Christ's character we risk nothing in saying that the wine of miracle answered to the wine… — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
O loving woman, man's fulfillment, sweet, Completing him not otherwise complete! How void and useless the sad remnant left Were he of her, his… — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
Let us not doubt that God has a father's pity towards us, and that in the removal of that which is dearest to us… — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name? The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash… — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
We hail the return of the day of thy birth, Fair Columbia! washed by the waves of two oceans Where men from the farthest dominions of earth Rear altars to Freedom, and pay their devotions; Where our fathers in fight, nobly strove for the Right, Struck down their fierce foemen or put them to flight; Through the long lapse of… — Abraham Coles Copy Share
The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity's horizon evermore. — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
