O loving woman, man's fulfillment, sweet, Completing him not otherwise complete! How void and useless the sad remnant left Were he of… — 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… — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
O most illustrious of the days of time! Day full of joy and benison to earth When Thou wast born, sweet Babe… — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
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… — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity's horizon evermore. — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
