Moslem Worship (John Pierpont Poems)
This is a very pleasant sight,—The Moslems thronging to the squareThat lies before their house of prayer!Through narrow streets, that ...
This is a very pleasant sight,—The Moslems thronging to the squareThat lies before their house of prayer!Through narrow streets, that ...
Friend of my dark and solitary hour,When spectres walk abroad, and ghosts have power,To thee I look to dissipate the ...
How sadly hath this Sabbath day,O God, been spent by me,Cribbed close beneath a narrow deck,Washed by the frequent sea,An ...
Lift up, lift up the standard,And plant it near the well!And, gathered underneath its folds,A choral anthem swell!The anthem that ...
Shall e'er cold water be forgot,When we sit down to dine?O no, my friends, for is it notPour'd out by ...
Dash to the floor that bowl!Dare not its sweets to sip!There's peril to the soul,If once it touch the lip.Why ...
In Eden's green retreats,A water-brook,—that playedBetween soft, mossy seats,Beneath a plane-tree's shade,Whose rustling leavesDanced o'er its brink,—Was Adam's drink,And also ...
Oh! water for me—bright water for me!And wine for the tremulous debauchee!It cooleth the brow, it cooleth the brain,It maketh ...
Fill a bumper of water that's pure from the spring,Bright sparkling and clear as the glass,And with rapture the joyous ...
We sing the praise of Water;Come, every son and daughterOf Freedom's land!With such a theme before us,With God's great shield ...
With patriotic glee,Columbia's jubileeOnce more we hail:Let nothing damp our joys—The Temp'rance pledge destroysThe last foe that annoys.—Quail, monster, quail!To ...
When thy Son, O God, was sleeping,In death's rocky prison bound,When his faithful ones were weeping,And the guards were watching ...
This day, O God, thy blessed handHath thrown wide open all thy stores,And filled with bounty every land,The sea, and ...
Source of being, Holy Father,With the day's returning light,Round our board with thanks we gather,For the mercies of the night:Mercies ...
The drunkard's home shall soon be sweetIf he will but abstain;With needful comforts, all replete,To soothe each minor pain.The cheering ...
The drink that's in the drunkard's bowlIs not the drink for me,It kills his body and his soul,How sad a ...
Drink, friends, drink deep—the moon is high;Drink, and forget your care—The sultry summer suns are nigh—Drink, and your strength repair;The ...
Begone, vile rum, I prithee begone from me,Begone, vile rum, thou and I shall never agree,Long time hast thou destroyed ...
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