|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Richard Realf. (18341878)|
| His eyes|
All radiant with glad surprise,
Looked forward through the Centuries
And saw the seeds which sages cast
In the worlds soil in cycles past
Spring up and blossom at the last;
Saw how the souls of men had grown,
And where the scythes of Truth had mown
Clear space for Libertys white throne;
Saw how, by sorrow tried and proved,
The blackening stains had been removed
Forever from the land he loved;
Saw Treason crushed and Freedom crowned,
And clamorous Faction, gagged and bound,
Gasping its life out on the ground.
|Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel. (18341894)|
| With whisper of her mellowing grain,|
With treble of brook and bud and tree,
Earth joys for ever to sustain
The bass eternal of the sea.
| Ah! what if some unshamed iconoclast|
Crumbling old fetish raiments of the past,
Rises from dead cerements the Christ at last?
What if men take to following where He leads,
Weary of mumbling Athanasian creeds?
| The red Flag.|