...night, Each along his path of duty, Turning coldness into beauty. RALPH WALDO EMERSON. ODE. O TEJTDERTA- the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire; One...booms from town to town, Our pulses are not less, The joy-hells chime their tidings down. Which children's voices bless. For he that flung the broad blue...

...haughty day Fills his blue urn with (Ire, One morn id in the mighty heaven, And one in our desire. Tha cannon booms from town to town, Our pulses are not...chime their tidings down, Which children's voices blww. For he that flung the broad blue fold O'er mantling land and sea, One third part of the sky unrolled...

...the divine image also. " When heaven would save a man, it encircles him with compassion." JULY. " O tenderly the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire;...morn is in the mighty heaven, And one In our desire." — Kmermm. INDEPENDENCE DAT. SUNDAY, 4. AND the republic now begins to look sweet and beautiful again,...

...from beleaguered Paris walls, or a Fourth of July muster-field, outstrips it standing on the ground. " One morn is in the mighty heaven, And one in, our desire! " But the last outshines the first. " And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the...

...the Gospel far and wide over the world. FREEDOM. The cannon booms from town to town, Our pulses beat not less, The joy-bells chime their tidings down,...flung the broad blue fold O'ermantling land and sea, One-third part of the sky unrolled For the banner of the free. And henceforth there shall be no chain,...

...Each along his path of duty, Turning coldness into beauty. 212 EMEU SON. RALPH WALDO EMERSON. ODE. O TENDERLY the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire;...And one in our desire. The cannon booms from town to Our pulses are not less, The joy-bells chime their tidings down, Which children's voices bless. For...

...cloak or food; Right thou feelest, rush to do.' ODE. SUIfO Df THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857. O TENDERLY the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire;...desire. The cannon booms from town to town, Our pulses beat not less, The joy-bells chime their tidings down, Which children's voices bless. For He that flung...

...food ; Right thou feelest, rush to do.' (198) ODE. SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857. O TENDERLY the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire...desire. The cannon booms from town to town, Our pulses beat not less, The joy-bells chime their tidings down, Which children's voices bless. For He that flung...

...cloak or food ; Eight thou feelest, rush to do.' ODE. SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1867. O TENDERLY the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire...desire. The cannon booms from town to town, Our pulses beat not less, The joy-bells chime their tidings down, Which children's voices bless. For He that flung...

...food ; Right thou feelest, rush to do.' ODE. SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 18B7. O TENDEKLY the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire ; One...desire. The cannon booms from town to town, Our pulses beat not less, The joy-bells chime their tidings down, Which children's voices bless. For He that flung...