The war's red flames

Like an isle rose Monticello through the cooled and rippling trees, Like an isle in rippling starlight in the silence of the seas. Ceased the mocking-bird his singing; said the slaves with faltering breath, "'Tis the Third, and on the …

Methinks when I stand in life's sunset, As I stood when we parted at school, I shall see the bright faces of children I loved in the village of Yule.

One taper lights a thousand, Yet shines as it has shone; And the humblest light may kindle A brighter than its own. Between a man of peace and war.

Lovely land of Palestina! he thy shores will never see, But, his dream fulfilled, he follows Him who walked in Galilee.

The voice of the Russias has spoken; Each serf in the Russias is free! Ring, bells, on the Neva and Volga, Ring, bells, on the Caspian Sea!

Reads again the words puissant, "All men are created free," Claims again for man his birthright, claims the world's equality.