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London (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 137
42. an Appeal for the country. by Mrs. Ellen key Blunt. [The following patriotic and impressive lines were written by Mrs. Blunt, in London, on the 4th of January, after she had complied with the President's recommendation to observe it as a day of humiliation and prayer. The time, the circumstances under which they were written, and the character and associations of the writer, all combine to give a solemn interest to the appeal.] Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, gong us, far and near, That the North and the South, like it, must be One power, one home, one unity; One time and one eternity? Peace, brothers, peace! Brothers, beware; the storm is high-- Our ship of state strains heavily-- And her flag, whose spangles have lit the sky, Is fluttering — tattered and torn to be. God of our Father Washington, Our trust is in Thy arm alone; Count Thou her stars, keep every one! Peace, brothers, peace! London, January 4, 1861. --Nationwal Intelligencer, Feb. 6
George Washington (search for this): chapter 137
By the praying of our common prayer; By the Bible on which our people swear! Peace, brothers, peace! Would you rend our country's breast in twain? It lies bare to the mortal blow, But the sword that could drink her holy vein Should be that of a foreign foe. Not of her children, cradled free, Not of her home-born; never be Such written page of History! Peace, brothers, peace! Would ye part the river which north and south Rolls grandly its career? Sounds not a tone from its mighty mouth Teaching us, far and near, That the North and the South, like it, must be One power, one home, one unity; One time and one eternity? Peace, brothers, peace! Brothers, beware; the storm is high-- Our ship of state strains heavily-- And her flag, whose spangles have lit the sky, Is fluttering — tattered and torn to be. God of our Father Washington, Our trust is in Thy arm alone; Count Thou her stars, keep every one! Peace, brothers, peace! London, January 4, 1861. --Nationwal Intelligencer, Feb. 6
Blunt (search for this): chapter 137
42. an Appeal for the country. by Mrs. Ellen key Blunt. [The following patriotic and impressive lines were written by Mrs. Blunt, in London, on the 4th of January, after she had complied with the President's recommendation to observe it as a day of humiliation and prayer. The time, the circumstances under which they were written, and the character and associations of the writer, all combine to give a solemn interest to the appeal.] Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, gMrs. Blunt, in London, on the 4th of January, after she had complied with the President's recommendation to observe it as a day of humiliation and prayer. The time, the circumstances under which they were written, and the character and associations of the writer, all combine to give a solemn interest to the appeal.] Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will towards man. From lake to gulf, from sea to sea We have knelt in one solemn Fast, That God may heal our country's strife, Forgiving us all the past. Hear we no voice as we listening stand? Comes there no touch on the angry hand? Thrills not one heart-throb through the land? Peace, brothers, peace! Oh, by our homes so bright and fair, Where the Christmas garlands wave! Oh, by our loved ones nestling there By each cradle, by each grave! By the church bells ringing in the air, By the
Nationwal Intelligencer (search for this): chapter 137
By the praying of our common prayer; By the Bible on which our people swear! Peace, brothers, peace! Would you rend our country's breast in twain? It lies bare to the mortal blow, But the sword that could drink her holy vein Should be that of a foreign foe. Not of her children, cradled free, Not of her home-born; never be Such written page of History! Peace, brothers, peace! Would ye part the river which north and south Rolls grandly its career? Sounds not a tone from its mighty mouth Teaching us, far and near, That the North and the South, like it, must be One power, one home, one unity; One time and one eternity? Peace, brothers, peace! Brothers, beware; the storm is high-- Our ship of state strains heavily-- And her flag, whose spangles have lit the sky, Is fluttering — tattered and torn to be. God of our Father Washington, Our trust is in Thy arm alone; Count Thou her stars, keep every one! Peace, brothers, peace! London, January 4, 1861. --Nationwal Intelligencer, Feb. 6
Ellen (search for this): chapter 137
42. an Appeal for the country. by Mrs. Ellen key Blunt. [The following patriotic and impressive lines were written by Mrs. Blunt, in London, on the 4th of January, after she had complied with the President's recommendation to observe it as a day of humiliation and prayer. The time, the circumstances under which they were written, and the character and associations of the writer, all combine to give a solemn interest to the appeal.] Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will towards man. From lake to gulf, from sea to sea We have knelt in one solemn Fast, That God may heal our country's strife, Forgiving us all the past. Hear we no voice as we listening stand? Comes there no touch on the angry hand? Thrills not one heart-throb through the land? Peace, brothers, peace! Oh, by our homes so bright and fair, Where the Christmas garlands wave! Oh, by our loved ones nestling there By each cradle, by each grave! By the church bells ringing in the air, By the
January 4th (search for this): chapter 137
42. an Appeal for the country. by Mrs. Ellen key Blunt. [The following patriotic and impressive lines were written by Mrs. Blunt, in London, on the 4th of January, after she had complied with the President's recommendation to observe it as a day of humiliation and prayer. The time, the circumstances under which they were written, and the character and associations of the writer, all combine to give a solemn interest to the appeal.] Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will towards man. From lake to gulf, from sea to sea We have knelt in one solemn Fast, That God may heal our country's strife, Forgiving us all the past. Hear we no voice as we listening stand? Comes there no touch on the angry hand? Thrills not one heart-throb through the land? Peace, brothers, peace! Oh, by our homes so bright and fair, Where the Christmas garlands wave! Oh, by our loved ones nestling there By each cradle, by each grave! By the church bells ringing in the air, By the
January 4th, 1861 AD (search for this): chapter 137
By the praying of our common prayer; By the Bible on which our people swear! Peace, brothers, peace! Would you rend our country's breast in twain? It lies bare to the mortal blow, But the sword that could drink her holy vein Should be that of a foreign foe. Not of her children, cradled free, Not of her home-born; never be Such written page of History! Peace, brothers, peace! Would ye part the river which north and south Rolls grandly its career? Sounds not a tone from its mighty mouth Teaching us, far and near, That the North and the South, like it, must be One power, one home, one unity; One time and one eternity? Peace, brothers, peace! Brothers, beware; the storm is high-- Our ship of state strains heavily-- And her flag, whose spangles have lit the sky, Is fluttering — tattered and torn to be. God of our Father Washington, Our trust is in Thy arm alone; Count Thou her stars, keep every one! Peace, brothers, peace! London, January 4, 1861. --Nationwal Intelligencer, Feb. 6
February 6th (search for this): chapter 137
, By the praying of our common prayer; By the Bible on which our people swear! Peace, brothers, peace! Would you rend our country's breast in twain? It lies bare to the mortal blow, But the sword that could drink her holy vein Should be that of a foreign foe. Not of her children, cradled free, Not of her home-born; never be Such written page of History! Peace, brothers, peace! Would ye part the river which north and south Rolls grandly its career? Sounds not a tone from its mighty mouth Teaching us, far and near, That the North and the South, like it, must be One power, one home, one unity; One time and one eternity? Peace, brothers, peace! Brothers, beware; the storm is high-- Our ship of state strains heavily-- And her flag, whose spangles have lit the sky, Is fluttering — tattered and torn to be. God of our Father Washington, Our trust is in Thy arm alone; Count Thou her stars, keep every one! Peace, brothers, peace! London, January 4, 1861. --Nationwal Intelligencer, Feb. 6