Might and Right

To the music of Beethoven's ninth symphony Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love;

Long, long ago I heard a little song, (Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?)So lowly, slowly wound the tune along, That far into my heart it found the way: A melody consoling and endearing; And still, in silent hours, I'm often The…

. I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,— On mountain heights, In woodlands dim with many a dream

Jesus, Thou divine Companion, By Thy lowly human Thou hast come to join the workers,

If on the closed curtain of my sight My fancy paints thy portrait far away, I see thee still the same, by night or day; Crossing the crowded street, or moving bright'Mid festal throngs, or reading by the light Of shaded lamp some…

The glory of ships is an old, old song, since the days when the sea-rovers ran In their open boats through the roaring surf, and the spread of the world began; The glory of ships is a light on the sea

"The worlds in which we live are two The world 'I am' and the world 'I do.'"The worlds in which we live at heart are one, The world "I am," the fruit of "I have done"; And underneath these worlds of…

I When tulips bloom in Union Square, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like children lost in Vanity Fair; When every long, unlovely row Of westward houses stands aglow,