Historical Sketch Also the Charter, By-Laws, and Permanent Resolutions, Together with an Alphabetical List of the Names of the Members and Associates, Lists of Officers, from April 23d, 1772 to April 23d, 1872 (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. 1872 Excerpt: ...and light. O fair was her form as it floated along, And brightly the rainbow glanced forth from the spray; And the waves seemed to murmur an eloquent song, As they fell 'neath her footsteps and vanished away. Hope tended her pathway, and Peace followed near; There was joy all around her, and glory above-Arid the eye that beheld her, though dimmed with a tear, Grew bright 'neath the glance of the Goddess of Love And thus from the waves of the Ocean of Life, Love rises, in beauty and gladness, to throw Her charm o'er the waters of sorrow and strife, And spread o'er their darkness her beautiful bow. The sorrows that darken, the passions that blight, Each hope and each feeling, all yield to her sway; And the brow that would else have been shrouded in night, Is blight with the radiance that beams on her way Such was my dream. And as I woke With sudden start, the spell that bound me, At once, like some fair mirror broke And left its shining fragments round me. But on their surface I could trace Glimpses of truth, so brightly shining, That they may fitly claim a place In this the wreath that I am twining For the bright memories, which to-day In every bosom move and play And what would life be, were it not For this strange instinct from above, Which, from the waves of every lot Calls forth the radiant form of love? Love of our Country How, to-day In every heart its fires are burning How, to that Dear Land, far away, Our fondest thoughts and prayers are turning How memory, with its magic touch Revives the scenes we love so much, And brings before the spirit's view What only spirit can renew. Our Father's house--the home where we Spent the bright days of infancy--We see it yet in all the glow, Which childhood's recollections throw Around the much-loved spot. A...