Poems you ought to know . draw,Freeman stand, or freeman him follow me! By oppressions woes and pains!By our sons in servile chains!We will drain our dearest they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low!Tyrants fall in every foe!Libertys in every blow!Let us do or die! 182 JERUSALEM, THE GOLDEN. TRANSLATED FROM THE LATIN, BY JOHN M. NEALE^ Jerusalem, the golden, With milk and honey blest!Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed; Fv^I know not, Oh, I know not, What joys await me there,What radiancy of glory. What bliss beyond compare. They stand, those halls o
Poems you ought to know . draw,Freeman stand, or freeman him follow me! By oppressions woes and pains!By our sons in servile chains!We will drain our dearest they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low!Tyrants fall in every foe!Libertys in every blow!Let us do or die! 182 JERUSALEM, THE GOLDEN. TRANSLATED FROM THE LATIN, BY JOHN M. NEALE^ Jerusalem, the golden, With milk and honey blest!Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed; Fv^I know not, Oh, I know not, What joys await me there,What radiancy of glory. What bliss beyond compare. They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song,And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng;The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene;The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. There is the throne of David; And there, from care shout of them that triumph. The song of them that feast:And they who, with their Leader, Have conquered in the fightForever and forever Are clad in robes of ^83 MISCONCEPTIONS. BY BOBEET BEOWNING. This is a spray the Bird clung to. Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprung to. Fit for her nest and her treasure. Oh, what a hope beyond measure Was the poor sprays which the flying feet hung to,—So to be singled out, built in and sung to! This is a heart the Queen leant on Thrilled in a minute erratic, Ere the true bosom she bent on. Meet for loves regal dalmatic. Oh what a fancy ecstatic Was the poor hearts, ere the wanderer went on—Love to be saved for itj proffered to, spent on!
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