Phylicia | July 30, 2007
Oh, clear and blue and cold it rings –So light and soft and airy;So alive with bright and beginning things,Happily it tarriesBeyond my sight, in faint starlight,Where it rises slowly nearer;Its hope and brightness daily makeIts presence all the dearer.Oh, sweet and low and long it sings,So lightly, soft and airy;Oh, morning’s broken! Joy [...]
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Phylicia | July 25, 2007
The clock’s undaunted rhythm measured timeSince placed upon the staircase long ago,Each room resounding with its hollow chime,A gentle music, swelling soft and low.With every peal its quavering voice singsOf years, of lives and battles from days past;Each lilting note pausing before it rings,As to savor time, for it takes wing fast.Its rhythmic hymn has [...]
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Phylicia | July 25, 2007
Blackened embers a ruddy glow cast upon two menSeated near a dying flame in the camp of Washington.Liberty, another flame, in their soldier’s hearts was burning;And one man, speaking to his friend and from the fire turning, said:
“The victory at Trenton the months have chilled with time;The Continental army has soldiers in their prime.Too long [...]
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Phylicia | July 23, 2007
He walks the grass with measured strides –As measured as a toddling child makes –To reach his waiting father’s side.
Where rivers trill and the whinchet cries,In boyhood still adventures takeHim walking on with measured strides.
Lovely now appears his bride,As clear and pure as a mountain lake;To reach her waiting husband’s side.
A call for men of [...]
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Phylicia | July 23, 2007
Upon a lichen covered stone I stoodGazing into the creek once running red;Running, as it does now, but stained with bloodOf those that followed, and of those that led.I can almost hear the thunder of guns;See the billowing smoke cloud Cemetery,Where Yankees sweat beneath the July sun,And Rebels gather on Seminary.I can nearly feel the [...]
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Phylicia | July 20, 2007
Lord, be my Anchor when I am at sea;
Be also my Wheel, and the Wind that drives me.A ship cannot steer itself, nor supply it’s own gale,
And if You are my Captain, in safety I sail!
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