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Blice 1F. ipennell



Springfielfc, /IDass.

press of SpringfidJ> printing anJ< 36inJ>ing Company
1890



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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1890, by

ALICE I. PENNELL,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.



Contents.

PEARLS, ... 7
MAE ALICE,

BESSIE, . I0

Bv CANDLELIGHT, .

BESSIE AND THE FAVORS, 13

INCENSE, 5

ALICE CARLE, . . 8

PETRONELLA, . . 20

NAPOLEON, . . 22

HARRY, . . 24

BRUZ, ... 26

MILES MORGAN, ... . 28

KING WILLIAM DEAD, . . .30

THE GERMAN EXILE, . . 32

THE EXILE S RETURN, . . -. 34

OUR CASTLE ON THE RHINE, . 35

LEBEN SIE WOHL, ...... 37

TELL THE NEWS, ... 38

THE PRINCE OF WALES, . . 39



Contents.

THE OLD BRICK HOUSE, . . 40

ARTHUR, ..... 42

EDITH, ...... . 44

"THERE S Music IN THE SUNSHINE," . . 45

THE PICTURE, .... . 46

THE ROLLING STONE, ... 48

JIM S MEERSCHAUM, .... 50

MINNIE, ...... . 51

THE GRANDSON, . . 54

JAMES, . . .56

GOOD-BV, ........ 59

GOOD-NIGHT, . ...... 60

ROBIN GRAY, ....... 62

THE BRIDAL DAY, .... 63

WEDDING BELLS, . .... 64

HER HUSBAND, ..... .65

HOLLY BERRIES, .... . 67

MERRIE XMAS, .... 69

CHRISTMAS, ..... . 70

THE CHRISTMAS BASKET, ... .71

FOR SALE, ....... 72

How OLD ART THOU ? . . . . . 73

LOOKING BACKWARD, ... . 75

NOT ELSMERE, .... 77



Contents.

LONG AGO,

TWILIGHT,

AVE MARIA,

MOTHER,

LIFE, . 8 5

THE SHIP THAT SAILED AWAY,

THE KEY COLD LOVER, .

THE AMATEUR, . 9

THE LADDER, . . 9 2

MR. JUSTICE COPELAND, . 94

ONLY LAWYERS NEED APPLY, 95

A REMEDY UNIQUE, . 97

A LULL AT THE COURT HOUSE, 99

THE WINNING CANDIDATE, . I01

THE LOSING CANDIDATE, I02

THE DEAD OFFICER, . I0 3

OUR COLONEL, . . I0 5

MY ALMA MATER, . I0 7

YACHTING, . II0

NANTUCKET ICE-BOUND, . . IJI



pearls.

WE seek the richest treasures
To give the friends we love;

We would give the world, if ours,
And stars that shine above.

So now I cast my treasures,

My pearls of heart and mind,

Before the friends who love me,
And hope new friends to find.



Hlice.



DOST know the winsome lassie,
The maid with golden hair ?

She gracious is and charming,
This bright-eyed maiden fair.

Her face is fair and rounded,
Her lips can smile or pout ;

As through them comes her clear voice,
The snowy teeth shine out.

She speaks in French and German,
Her own tongue knows full well ;

She paints the fairest flowers,
Can wondrous stories tell.



/ICae Hlicc.

She dances like a fairy,

Can sing sweet lullabies ;

No wonder young men like her,
This maid with laughing eyes.

Sweet Mae, with the golden hair,
Thou dear one of our life,

May sorrow lightly touch thee,
In this world s weary strife !



Bessie.

HAST seen our little Bessie,

With golden, shining hair?

She dances like the fairies,

Who seem to tread on air.

She s a winning little maid,

Her hair is like spun gold;

Her eyes are bright and shining,
Her heart can ne er grow old.

Oh Bessie dear, our darling,

Queen of our hearts and song,

May roses ever greet thee,
If life be short or long !



GanMeliabt.



THE taper burns and "genius burns";

What does she write to-night ?
Is it a letter, tender, true,

She writes by candlelight ?

A picture in the little room,

I ll ne er forget the sight ;
A maiden fair with golden hair,

Who writes by candlelight.

Her head droops low, her fingers fly
With motion swift and light ;

And thought keeps pace with flying pen,
In the bright candlelight.



12 *s CanMeltgbt.

Sweet peace to thee, my darling friend,
And happy be each night ;

And may thy thoughts be ever gay,
In the bright candlelight !



Bessie ant> tbe favors.

I WILL show thee favors many,
I ll show thee treasures rare ;

A dainty little spinning-wheel,
A fairy old armchair.

The fishes three and little pails,

A violin so gay ;
A yacht full rigged, an owl so white,

A stork with storkful way.

A drinking cup in nickel case,

A vinaigrette so sweet ;
A monkey, pair of gloves, and doll

With toilet all complete.



14 JSessie atrt tbe Jfavors.

What else was there ? I cannot tell
The list would last a day ;

May favors ever come to thee,
To cheer thee on thy way !



fluceiise.

I LL gladly burn incense for thee,
And keep it at thy shrine ;

I am not now a Shakespeare peer;
His gifts can ne er be mine.

It is well thou dost admire him,
It shows thy manly heart ;

A noble man is he, who takes
In active life a part.

Alive to all that s good and true,
And yet so full of fun ;

Thy manly gifts of heart and brain
Would please most any one.



16 Uncense.

A friend, indeed, to manly men,
To women tender, true ;

Thy friends will ever loyal be,
Old friends and even new.

Smile on, jest on, and cheer our path,

Whate er of ill betide ;
Life s sorrows seem not hard to bear,

If thou dost walk beside !

Thy hand is warm and tender, too,
Thy voice is strong to cheer ;

Better than tonic, balm, or myrrh,
To have thee ever here.

Incense can ne er be sweet enough,
Will never burn as long

As that I offer now for thee,
The cause of this my song.



flncense. 17

May thy least wish be gratified,

And happy e er thy life ;
May sorrow never cloud thy brow,

Till passed beyond earth s strife !

There we may hope to meet again,

And happy be alway ;
Forever then the sun will shine,

And blest will be the way.

Sweet peace to thee, my lively friend,

And happy be each night ;
And may thy dreams be oft of her

Who writes by candlelight !



Hlice Carle.

I LOVED thee, fondly loved thee,

In the happy days gone by,
Of all others, thou wast ever dear to me ;

The belle of all the city,

The pride of every heart,
Was fair Alice from the city by the sea.

Oh, Portland has fair daughters,
They are scattered far and wide,

For their merits they will long remembered be;
Among her favored children,
None can e er exceed in grace

Our sweet warbler from the city by the sea.



Hike Carle.

Then long life, my lady fair,
Who, witching, sang of Maggie,

The longest life and happiest may it be
We ll ne er forget thee, Alice,
Whether near or far from home,

Darling Alice from the city by the sea.



petronella.

NELLA ! Petronella !
Thou queen of our hearts and our song,

Nella ! Petronella !
With thee days are never too long.

Nella ! Petronella !
Bright sunshine of life and of home,

Nella ! Petronella !
Fond lovers thou biddest to come.

Nella ! Petronella !
May thine eyes ne er sadden with woe,

Nella ! Petronella !
With thee joy doth anywhere go.



Ipetronella.

Nella ! Petronella !
Wherever thy footsteps shall roam,

Nella ! Petronella !
Forget not our hearts and our home.



Ittapoleon.

NAPOLEON ! Napoleon !

What shall I say of thee ?
Of all the royal races, now,

Thou art the king I see. -

Thy very form majestic is,
Thy bearing is so grand,

Not any man outshines thee now,
In all this happy land.

And yet thy stately ways are but
The image of thy heart.

Ambitions high to glorify

Hath ever been thy part.



HAapoIeon.

A college student, young and fair,
A lawyer, shrewd and keen,

Will surely sit on Highest Bench,
Be President, I ween.

Thou art a friend we like to see ;

Thy hand we like to grasp,
For courage, hope, and sunny days

Seem treasured in its clasp.



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MY prayers for thee shall ever rise,
On thee my thoughts shall dwell.

When I behold thy loving face,
My joy no tongue can tell.

I count most happy days with thee.

I long for thee alway.
Thy presence ever soothes and cheers,

By night or weary day.

For thee, my friend of early youth,
I long with swelling heart.

Be thine the way that leads to fame,
Although we walk apart.



Ifoavn?. 25

Thy voice is ever blest to me,

Thy hand is ever dear.
No sorrow seems too hard to bear,

If thou art ever near.

My kingly friend, oh, Harry dear,
God bless thee now, alway ;

And send thy presence oft to me,
To cheer and light the day.

Oh, Harry dear, I love thee well,
Thou ,art so proud, yet true ;

May Heaven grant us many years,
Before our last adieu.



BLESSINGS on thee, darling brother,
My bonnie boy no more ;

A boy doth cease to be a boy,

When passing manhood s door.

Thy manhood s years well satisfy
The promise of thy youth ;

I ne er have known for thee a fear,
Thou soul of honor, truth.

And as the years roll ever on,
God grant I find thee still

A man of sterling purpose e er,
Of strong and steadfast will.



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I ll pray for thee, my darling Bruz,
By night or toilsome day ;

I wish thee joy beyond compare,
God bless thee now, alway !



/OMles /iDorgan.

MILES MORGAN, thou sturdy pioneer,
Strong, true, upright, and fair ;

Full well I love thy bronzed form

That stands in old Court Square !

Thou wast the scion of a race

That lives in heart and song ;

No hardship was too great for it,
No warfare was too long.

Miles Morgan, the synonym

Of all that s good and true ;

Brave type of all that s manly,
In old world or the new.



/Biles flfiorcjan.

Long live thy name, Miles Morgan,

Blest thy memory be ;
Among our noblest leaders,

We ll e er remember thee.



Beat*.



THE Kaiser s dead, the dear old Sire,

The pride of German life ;
Farewell, thou monarch grand and great,

Passed far beyond earth s strife !

Thou wast a stately Emperor,
Thy people loved thee well ;

Thy deeds of valor and of grace
They ever like to tell.

A gallant soldier, stern and proud,
A tender friend, most dear ;

No warfare was too hard for them,
If thou wert ever near.



Iking tCUUiam >cat>. 31

Soldier and statesman, grand in each,

The pattern of a king ;
Through history and future days

Thy name will ever ring.

We mourn for thee as for a friend,
We loved thee well, oh King !

We ll often speak thy blessed name,
And e er thy praises sing.

Thy mantle falls, alas ! God grant

It fall not to the dust ;
Thy sons will wear it gracefully,

But part with thee we must.

Farewell, farewell, with swelling heart,

Thy people stand to-day ;
God grant they meet thee in the world

Where never kings have sway !



ZTbe German ]jile.

MY sweet home in Germany !

" When shall I come to thee ?

When shall my sorrows have an end ?

Thy joys when shall I see?"

My castle in the German land,
My king I loved so true,

1 never can forget thee now,

For friends untried and new.

And through the castle gardens wide,
I roamed in childhood s hours ;

I fed the birds that gathered round,
And plucked the dainty flowers.



"Cbe German JErilc.



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O my sweet home in Germany !

"When shall I come to thee ?
When shall my sorrows have an end ?

Thy joys when shall I see?"



IReturn.



MY royal brother waits for me,
To guide me o er the main ;

The King doth wait beyond the sea,
To see my face again.

I go to Germany once more,

The home my childhood knew ;

The home of friends beloved of yore,
Of servants leal and true.



ur Castle on tbe IRfoine.

WE have lingered long in Rhineland,
Land of love and land of song ;

But the days have swiftly glided,

And they have not seemed so long.

And the sun is shining brightly
On the hill and on the vine ;

And we re, oh, so very happy,
In our castle on the Rhine !



Now the time for parting neareth,
To the Rhine we say farewell ;

On its banks we may not tarry,
But its beauties we will tell.



ur Gastlc on tbe IRbine.

And we re going, going, going,
To our home beyond the sea ;

To the land of milk and honey,
Where the citizens are free.

And I m glad that we are going,

And I m glad no more to roam ;

And I m glad that soon the loved ones
Will be shouting, "Welcome home!

And the moon is shining brightly
On the hill and on the vine ;

But farewell doth not seem easy
To our castle on the Rhine !



Xeben Sic Wobl !

" LEBEN sie wohl ! " the Germans say,
Live you well for many a day !

And fare thee well doth sound so sweet
When German friends do kindly greet.

Leben sie wohl, for e er and aye,
Gladly repeat the German cry.

Rest to body, peace to thy soul,
My dearest friend, Leben sie wohl !



Uell tbe IRews !

TELL the news in Germany,

Tell the news in Rome,
Tell the news around the world,

We re coming, coming home !
Tell the news in Germany,

Tell the news in Rome,
Tell the news around the world,

We re coming, coming home !



ZTbe prince of Males.

AND from the heights I watched thee,
The Prince of Wales, come o er

The blue and shining waters,

From England s merry shore.

And from the heights I watched thee,
The Prince of Wales, come down

From deck of England s steamer,
To Portland, sunny town.



Ube to Bricfe Tbouse.

IT stands there still, that old brick house,

The scene of joy and sorrow ;
How little then we cared what griefs
Should come upon the morrow.

The days were bright, the children glad,
In the house or out at play ;

In fancy now I hear the call

To each other loud and gay.

Charlie, Arthur, Baby Johnnie,

And Annie, ever dancing ;
Whichever one appeared in sight,

My way was ever glancing.



"Cbe O15 XSricfe Ifoouse.

And when the summer days were come,
And sunny was the weather,

Under the grape-vines mother dear
Would call the brood together.

And when the bonbons passed around,
Fruit was there so fair to see,

The feast was not complete until
Something nice was sent to me.

Oh happy days, how bright they were !

And we ll forget them never ;
God grant we gather once again,

Before we part forever !



Hrtbur.

IN letters of gold,

I bid thee joy ;
May thy life be happy and blest ;

May friends and fortune

Increase with years,
Till from toil forever at rest.

May thy bride e er be

Bonnie and gay,
And a blessing to thee and thine ;

May love ne er grow cold,

But gladden life,
Though the sun may not always shine.



Brtbur. 43

May home be happy,

Circled by love ;
And each guest find a welcome there ;

Thy wife will comfort

In sorrow s hour,
And banish each gathering care.

And when age, old age,

Comes creeping on,
Life s days be short for thee and thine,

May friends still gather

Around thy hearth,
Reminding thee of Auld Lang Syne.



Efcitb.

OH sweet and fair is the ranchman s wife,
He ll shield her ever from harm ;

The fairest flower in all his life
Is Edith, queen of the farm !



Ubere s /Ifcusic in tbe Sunsbine."

THERE S music in the sunshine,

A symphony sublime ;
Twill last through all the ages,

In any land or clime.

Sturdy hearts will stronger be,

Weak hearts will catch the strain ;

And with its flood comes blessing,
With broad and sweeping train.

There s music in the sunshine,
A sweet and happy thought ;

Twill cheer the broken-hearted,
With heavy burdens fraught.



ZTbe picture.

I WISH I had the picture,

Fair Mary, queen of hearts.

Does it always take a king

To vanquish queenly arts ?

But after thy permission

The judge must be to blame ;
So I ll never smile on him

Until he feels his shame.



Try a younger messenger,
A man of lesser note ;

If he cannot walk or ride,

Then send him in a boat.



Cbc picture.



I am not now " sarcastic,"

As thy dear pa would say ;

Some prince is surely waiting
To aid thee on life s way.

So send me, please, the picture,
I ll earn it, if I can ;

The judge is a wise and good,
Although forgetful, man.



Ube TRolling Stone.

" Unstable as water, thou shall not excel."

A ROLLING stone, thou seemest,

Along life s dusty way.
No moss can gather round thee

By night or even day.

Why then so void of purpose,
Why not some settled plan,

And let the world respect thee,
And know thou art a man ?

Strong hands outstretched will aid thee,
Brave hearts are ever true ;

Some help is ever ready

In old world or the new.



"Cbe "Rolling Stone.



Some work is ready for thee,
Some mission to perform ;

God s hand will ever guide thee,
In sunshine or in storm.

Stand then upon the mountains,
Cease shifting on the sands ;

If nothing here can offer,

Try then some foreign lands.

And when life s duties over,
Each new victory gained,

Sing then a song of triumph

By God s own strength attained.



/iDeerscbaum.



IT S real, genuine meerschaum,
The sea foam tint and all :

The amber as transparent

As sea bird s tears e er fall.

And well he loves his meerschaum,
He ll drink its health to-night ;

Love it in the dewy eve,
In early morning light.

All hail, thou loved meerschaum,
Thy praise is sweet to me ;

I ll toast thee and caress thee,
To all eternity !



rtMnnfe.

MY little girl with shining eyes,

I ll see thee nevermore ;
Thy little form is gone from me,

Safe on the other shore.

Where art thou now, my darling child ?

Safe in the Shepherd s fold ;
Thou lt listen to the fountains rare

And walk the streets of gold.

And when the gates are opened wide

For other children dear,
Canst thou not send a message through?

Perchance twill reach my ear.



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I long to hear thy loving voice,
And see thy smile so bright.

Oh, but to clasp thee in my arms,
And kiss thee once to-night !

I had the fondest hopes for thee,
Thou darling of my heart ;

My life in thee was reproduced.
The best of me a part.

Thine eyes do fairer things behold,
Thine ears sweet music hear ;

There joy doth reign eternally,
With never grief or fear.

The little boy, our Freddie dear,

And hast thou found him there,

The little brother gone before,
The child that was so fair?



/IDinnic.



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Oh, Minnie darling, precious one,

Farewell, until we see
Thy loving face and hear thy voice,

Through all eternity !



ZIbe Granfcson.

WRITF: for thee, thou darling grandson?

Blessings on thee, bonnie boy !
All too soon will youth be over,

Life can never bring more joy.

Manhood s years will surely bring thee
Toil and trouble, sorrow, care ;

But thou art a manly stripling,

Full of courage, brave and fair.

Honors wait thee on thy journey
If thou use thy trust aright.

Nature, art, and education

Well equip thee for the fight.



"Cbc Orant>son.

Do not disappoint the loved ones
Who depend on thee to-day.

There is ever some test ready,
For the valiant in the fray:

Courage then, thou darling grandson,
Blessings speed thee on thy way,

All that life can give of pleasure
Shall be thine, I humbly pray.



55



James.

"O PARADISE, O Paradise,

Who doth not crave for rest,

Who would not seek the happy land
Where they that loved are blest?"

He craved for rest, he hath it now,
Ho\v well he earned the joy ;

His uncomplaining spirit s free ;
But oh we miss our boy !

His manhood s years were filled with work,

E en Sunday had no rest ;
And now from toil at last he s free.

Forever with the blest.



Barnes.

So well he filled the ideal formed
In childhood s early years,

A perfect editor we see,

E en through our grief and tears.

Why was it so ? We vainly ask ;

Our stricken hearts must break.
Methinks I hear his gentle voice,

" Be patient, for my sake."

" My work on earth was not complete,
But other work doth wait ;

Our Father s kingdom claims me now,
Beyond fair Heaven s gate."

If we could pierce the misty veil
That hides him from our sight,

Our stricken hearts would lighter be,
For there is peace and light.






Trust on and wait, in God s own time,
We ll see our James again ;

His voice will be the first to greet,
His hand to soothe the pain.

"O Paradise, O Paradise,

I feel twill not be long ;
Patience, I almost think I hear

Sweet fragments of thy song ! "



HE gave his hand and said good-by,

Under a sunset sky ;
In dreams that word doth follow me,

His tender, sweet good-by.

And life goes on in all its forms,
We meet and part again ;

How much that word can give of joy,
How much can give of pain.

"Good-by!" I hear it now as then,
And see that western sky ;

God grant I ever hear that voice,
If even in good-by.



" GOOD-NIGHT, I ll see thee to-morrow!"
His voice is low and sweet,

As in the quiet twilight light
The loving eyes do meet.

And when to-morrow s light doth bring

Clouds or sunny weather,
No sorrow seems too hard to bear,

If they come together.

Sorrow, toil, nor endless friction

Can them ever sever ;
His voice is sweet as yesterday,

Eyes are loving ever.



Ooo&snigbt.

Oh happy days, as ye pass on,
Keep ye their hearts so light

That nothing can their friendship break,
Till cometh death s dark night.



1RoWn



WHO does she miss at twilight,

When stars shine clear and bright ?

A lover s over yonder,

Who cometh not to-night.

Her eyes are dim with watching,

Her thoughts are sad and sweet ;

For here at yester-even

These lovers fond did meet.

But hark, she hears a footfall,

And some one comes this way !

At last he s really coming,
It s surely Robin Gray.



TLbe Brifcal



THIS is the day when hearts do beat,
And feet keep mystic measure ;

Love rides forth in chariot fleet

To crown life s greatest treasure.

What heart would not beat high for joy,
What step would not grow lighter?

For now life s burdens will be shared,
And joys seem ever brighter.

Ride on, oh bride and groom so fair,
To Hymen s feast a greeting,

And may their hearts recall with joy
Their love s first happy meeting !



Bells.



WEDDING Bells, ring out with glee !

Wedding Bells, ring merrily !
Jamie weds this day his bride,
The loving wife is by his side,

Wedding Bells, ring merrily !



1ber ibusbanb.

SHE loved them all, those lovers fair,
Her suitors bright and gay ;

But blessed be the time when first
Her husband came this way.

He valiant is, he gracious is,

He s manly, stern, and bold ;

And even though his locks turn gray
His heart can ne er grow old.

She hath found the "gracious hollow >:
God made in shoulders warm ;

Where rest secure she finds each day,
From life s severest storm.



tcr Tbusbant*.

Blest be the time she met him first,
Blest may the future be ;

And may his love a blessing prove
Through all eternity.



Berries.



AMONG the waxy leaves of green

The holly berries show ;
Their scarlet warmth illumines, cheers,

And sets one s heart aglow.

Through history, romance, and song

The holly berries go ;
No others can outshine them e er,

Not e en the mistletoe.

Within the grand ancestral halls
Is seen their stately grace ;

In the peasant s lowliest cot

They find a welcome place.



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JBerries.



Fairest, brightest holly berries,
We hail ye still each year ;

Rare messengers of Christmas tide,
Ye bring us e er good cheer !



/IDerrie mas.

GOD bless thee in thy Christmas tide,
And bless thy Christmas feast ;

Thy joy beneath the home roof-tree
Is surely not the least.

God grant thy circle may expand,

Unbroken still remain ;
No loved one pass beyond thy hand,

Till Christmas come again.

Forget not her, who s far away,

The little sister dear ;
Some day we ll have a Christmas, too,

Perhaps we ll spend it here.



Cbristmas.

ONCE more the Christmas tide rolls round,
And Christmas cheer doth greet ;

God grant thy Christmas may be blest,
Thv Christmas dreams be sweet !



1bovv Ifc art Ubou ? "



Sermon on the text, "And Pharaoh said unto Jacob,
How old art thou ? "



How old art thou ? Do added years,
And locks just tinged with gray,

Show that thou art a better man
Than thou wast yesterday ?

How old art thou ? It comes to all,
This question grave and gay ;

Some answer it with smile and jest,
And others turn away.-

Some like to count the years they ve passed,
With thoughtful face and mien ;

Others will try to cheat themselves,
And think their age not seen.



"4 "Ibow Olt> art Cbou 1"

To God and to each one s own soul,
The question will not down ;

And as we answer it in truth,
Heaven will smile or frown.



WHY not looking forward,

What use in looking back?

We cannot live another s life,
For us no beaten track.

We cannot right all wrongs

In any given age ;
And burdens still we bear,

In spite of greatest sage.

The poor will cry for bread ;

The naked stand in need ;
Thieves will ply their calling ;

The wretch for mercy plead.



looking ffiacfcwarb.

Oh show us light ahead

To guide us on our way ;

To lighten hearts that bleed
By night and weary day !

Better hopes for future days
Than vain regrets for past

God grant us Spartan grace
While still oppressions last.



1Rot JElsmere.

WHY not a man of soul,

Of sterling common sense ;

A man to love, revere,

For many ages hence ?

Why shake the faith of some,
Discomfort give to all ;

Why not one Lord, one creed,

Though nations rise and fall ?

The same God made us all,
On this we all agree ;


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