Hoke Beidler's poems . swing,Yet bolt be opened by a seraphs wing:Let statesmen study limits as they are,—God fixed the orbits right for every star. Impetuous liberty of boundless force, Who knows thy limits in thy onward course? Each generation new ambition leads, Impetuosity at once succeeds; Glad genius penetrating depth and height. Bombarding old occults with fresh delight, Then paints with iridescence Freedoms dome That lends new splendor where before was gloam, To raise through energy the humblest one Who wears the wreath capacity has won. Then chosen man of God in time wi
Hoke Beidler's poems . swing,Yet bolt be opened by a seraphs wing:Let statesmen study limits as they are,—God fixed the orbits right for every star. Impetuous liberty of boundless force, Who knows thy limits in thy onward course? Each generation new ambition leads, Impetuosity at once succeeds; Glad genius penetrating depth and height. Bombarding old occults with fresh delight, Then paints with iridescence Freedoms dome That lends new splendor where before was gloam, To raise through energy the humblest one Who wears the wreath capacity has won. Then chosen man of God in time with righteousness, who knows no fears;Enforcing right with love as Christ has holy purpose, purity of thought;Whose fervent words shall melt ill-gotten goldAdd strength to pure and character unfold,79 FREEDOMS MARTYRS. Reburnish stars if commerce left a stain,And raise the people to exalted love and wisdom shall together dwell,To ring in Glory Independence , Ills., October 23, A. Lincoln
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