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THE NAME OF FRANCE

BY HENRY VAN DYKE

GIVE us a name to fill the mind

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With the shining thoughts that lead mankind,
The glory of learning, the joy of art,
A name that tells of a splendid part
In the long, long toil and strenuous fight
Of the human race to win its way
From the feudal darkness into the day
Of Freedom, Brotherhood, Equal Right,
A name like a star, a name of light.
I give you France!

Give us a name to stir the blood

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With a warmer glow and a swifter flood,
A name like the sound of a trumpet, clear,
And silver-sweet, and iron-strong,

That calls three million men to their feet,

Ready to march, and steady to meet

The foes who threaten that name with wrong,-
A name that rings like a battle-song.
I give you France!

Give us a name to move the heart

With the strength that noble griefs impart,
A name that speaks of the blood outpoured
To save mankind from the sway of the sword,-
A name that calls on the world to share

In the burden of sacrificial strife

When the cause at stake is the world's free life
And the rule of the people everywhere,

A name like a vow, a name like a prayer.
I give you France!

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-
A golden flame of holiest Liberty,

Proud as the dawn and as the sunset brave.

Belgium, where dwelleth reverence for right
Enthroned above all ideals; where your fate
And your supernal patience and your might
Most sacred grow in human estimate,
You shine a star above this stormy night
Little no more, but infinitely great.

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!

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AN ODE

BY JOSEPH ADDISON

THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

The unwearied sun, from day to day,

Does his Creator's power display ;

And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.

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Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly, to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;

Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball?
What though no real voice nor sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found?
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
Forever singing, as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine!"

THE OCEAN

BY GEORGE GORDON BYRON

THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar :
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel

What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean!-roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin - his control
Stops with the shore:- upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain

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

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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 -
The image of Eternity -the throne

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
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be

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