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Browsing named entities in a specific section of Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore). Search the whole document.
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Columbia (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 47
Nevada (Nevada, United States) (search for this): chapter 47
Boston Hymn (search for this): chapter 47
Boston Hymn. by Ralph Waldo Emerson. The word of the Lord by night To the watching Pilgrims came, As they sat by the sea-side, And filled their hearts with flame. God said, I am tired of Kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor. Think ye I made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor? My angel — his name is Freedom-- Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west, And fend you with his wing. Lo!
I uncover the land Which I hid of old time in the West, As the sculptor uncovers his statue, When he has wrought his best. I show Columbia, of the rocks Which dip their foot in the seas, And soar to the air-borne flocks Of clouds, and the boreal fleece. I will divide my goods, Call in the wretch and slave: None shall rule but the humble, And none but Toil shall have. I will have never a noble, No lineage counted great: Fishers and choppers and ploughmen Sha
Ralph Waldo Emerson (search for this): chapter 47
Boston Hymn. by Ralph Waldo Emerson. The word of the Lord by night To the watching Pilgrims came, As they sat by the sea-side, And filled their hearts with flame. God said, I am tired of Kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor. Think ye I made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor? My angel — his name is Freedom-- Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west, And fend you with his wing. Lo!
I uncover the land Which I hid of old time in the West, As the sculptor uncovers his statue, When he has wrought his best. I show Columbia, of the rocks Which dip their foot in the seas, And soar to the air-borne flocks Of clouds, and the boreal fleece. I will divide my goods, Call in the wretch and slave: None shall rule but the humble, And none but Toil shall have. I will have never a noble, No lineage counted great: Fishers and choppers and ploughmen Sha