Of selfish greed, ignoble life,

Of lust for gain and pow’r to hold,

The lives of men, their very souls;

Out of the depths we cry to Thee,

Oh loving God make all men free;

O’er flash of cannon, musket roar,

Oh angel of peace ever soar.

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THE SONG OF THE NIGHT.

From crimson to a sombre gray,

Now softly shades of night draw nigh,

The birds are twit’ring on the boughs,

As flowers droop their heads and sigh;

We hear low murm’rings of the sea

In grand harmony rise and fall,

Ev’ry ripple a cadence sweet,

And ev’ry wave a distant call.

Oh music so wistful, sublime,

Entangled in joy and in tears,

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