The Venture (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883 edition. Excerpt: ...pleasure, was even delight. Smooth his grave well, men, smooth his grave well, Many a grave did he smooth in his day, Many a time, as survivors ean tell, He shaped graves most deftly, and bid sods to lay Over the form which insatiate Death Had touched with its icy, mysterious hand, Had robbed by one stroke, of volition and breath, And laid with the silent, the slain of the land. SONGS AND HYMNS. MUSIC ALL AROUND US. There is music in the sunbeams, As in rival speed they stray, Waking, warming into being Things of beauty every day, Guiding and enriching millions, Helping both the false and true, And exulting at the measure Of the good they daily do. There is music in the breezes Which are talking to the trees, Of their travels over mountains, Verdant vales and rocky leas; While they fan our fevered temples, List, they sing a merry song, And its burden is, "O, mortals, Time, like us, moves fast along." There is music in the lightning, When it makes the thunders roar; There is music in the rain-drops, When the clouds their treasures pour, Every drop is but the echo Of some sweet, celestial sound, Jod has mercifully bidden Ti re-echo o'er the ground. There is music in our spirits, Songs of jov or cries of woe, Hchocd forth in word or actions, As the moments from us go. Aye, within us and around us, At all times and everywhere, There is music, ceaseless thrilling, Kinging out ujwn the air. A CENTKNNIAL HYMN. (Jod of ages, Head of nations, Humbly bowing at thy feet, "We with grateful adoration Will thy holy name repeat, Then in righteous triumph rising, We will tell the wondering world How Thine arm has kept our banner For a hundred years unfurled. Savage tribes have fled before us, Fled in fear and wild dismay, To the wilderness or desert, Followed...