While gazing on the flag that waves

In glory before God’s altar.

For the day of triumph is drawing nigh,—

Lift up your hearts; men will be free

Through your endeavors, and your country’s flag

Will proclaim world democracy.

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WHISPERING SHADOWS.

The shadows are whispering through the leaves,

In the beautiful twilight hour,

O’er the sparkling fountains murmuring seas,

In the wake of each lovely flow’r,

So serenely still, and unearthly fair,

Just like the moonbeams gentle ray,

Now they glide away through the forest deep

To the mansion house old and grey.

Yes, on to the mansion house far above,

The shadows, fleeting souls of light,

On love’s bright golden wings go whispering,

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