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The sight of the master compelled it to pause.
With foam and with dust, the black charger was

gray;

By the flash of his eye, and the red nostril's play, 50 He seemed to the whole great army to say, "I have brought you Sheridan all the way From Winchester, down to save the day!"

Hurrah! hurrah for Sheridan !
Hurrah! hurrah for horse and man!
And when their statues are placed on high,
Under the dome of the Union sky,
The American soldiers' Temple of Fame,
There with the glorious General's name,
Be it said, in letters both bold and bright,
"Here is the steed that saved the day,

By carrying Sheridan into the fight,
From Winchester, twenty miles away!"

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THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND

FELICIA D. HEMANS

THE breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rockbound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky

Their giant branches tossed.

And the heavy night hung dark

The hills and water o'er,

When a band of exiles moored their bark

On the wild New England shore.

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Not as the conqueror comes,

They, the true-hearted, came;

Not with the roll of the stirring drums,

And the trumpet that sings of fame.

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They shook the depths of the desert gloom
With their hymns of lofty cheer.

Amidst the storm they sang,

And the stars heard, and the sea:

And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang

To the anthem of the free!

The ocean eagle soared

From his nest by the white wave's foam: And the rocking pines of the forest roared,— This was their welcome home!

There were men with hoary hair

Amidst that pilgrim band:—

Why had they come to wither there,
Away from their childhood's land?

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Bright jewels of the mine?

The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
They sought a faith's pure shrine !

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Ay, call it holy ground,

The soil where first they trod:

They have left unstained what there they found,Freedom to worship God.

THE ONE HUNDREDTH PSALM

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MAKE a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing.

Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.

For the Lord is good: his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.

CHRISTMAS BELLS

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

I HEARD the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,

And wild and sweet

The words repeat

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,

The belfries of all Christendom

Had rolled along

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The unbroken song

Of

peace on earth, good-will to men!

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Till, ringing, singing on its way,

The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,

A chant sublime

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,

And with the sound

The carols drowned

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn

Of

The households born

peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head ; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong,

And mocks the song

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!

The Wrong shall fail,

The Right prevail,

With peace on earth, good-will to men!"

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LITTLE GOTTLIEB

A CHRISTMAS STORY

PHOEBE CARY

ACROSS the German Ocean,

In a country far from our own,
Once, a poor little boy, named Gottlieb,
Lived with his mother alone.

They dwelt in the part of a village

Where the houses were poor and small,

But the home of little Gottlieb
Was the poorest one of all.

He was not large enough to work,

And his mother could do no more

(Though she scarcely laid her knitting down) Than keep the wolf from the door.

She had to take their threadbare clothes,

And turn, and patch, and darn ;

For never any women yet

Grew rich by knitting yarn.

And oft at night, beside her chair,

Would Gottlieb sit, and plan

The wonderful things he would do for her,
When he grew to be a man.

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