THE NAME OF FRANCE BY HENRY VAN DYKE GIVE us a name to fill the mind With the shining thoughts that lead mankind, Give us a name to stir the blood With a warmer glow and a swifter flood, That calls three million men to their feet, Ready to march, and steady to meet The foes who threaten that name with wrong,- Give us a name to move the heart With the strength that noble griefs impart, In the burden of sacrificial strife When the cause at stake is the world's free life A name like a vow, a name like a prayer. TO BELGIUM BY EDEN PHILLPOTTS CHAMPION of human honor, let us lave Your feet and bind your wounds on bended knee. Though coward hands have nailed you to the tree And shed your innocent blood and dug your grave, Rejoice and live! Your oriflamme shall wave While man has power to perish and be free- Proud as the dawn and as the sunset brave. Belgium, where dwelleth reverence for right IN WISDOM HAST THOU MADE THEM ALL FROM THE BIBLE O LORD, how manifold are thy works! In wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches. The heavens declare the glory of God: and the firmament sheweth his handiwork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet : All sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field; The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas. O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! . AN ODE BY JOSEPH ADDISON THE spacious firmament on high, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display ; And publishes to every land Soon as the evening shades prevail, Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all THE OCEAN BY GEORGE GORDON BYRON THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods; What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean!-roll! A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and known. un Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed- in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; - boundless, endless and sublime - Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy |