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Poems-Frances E. W. Harper · Edgar Allan Poe Poems

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  Speaker 1: My Mother's Kiss by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Laurie Wilson. You say it is
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  Speaker 1: a fancied thing within my memory, fraught to me. It
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  Speaker 1: has a sacred place, the treasure house of thought. Again,
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  Speaker 1: I feel her fingers glide amid my clustering hair. I
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  Speaker 1: see the love light in her eyes when all my
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  Speaker 1: life was fair Again, I hear her gentle voice in
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  Speaker 1: warning or in love. How precious was the faith that
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  Speaker 1: taught my soul of things above? The music of her
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  Speaker 1: voice is stilled, Her lips are paled in death as
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  Speaker 1: precious pearls. I'll clasp her words until my latest breath.
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  Speaker 1: The world has scattered round my path honor and wealth
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  Speaker 1: and fame, but not so precious as the thoughts they
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  Speaker 1: gather round her name and friends have placed upon my
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  Speaker 1: brow the laurels of renown. But she first taught me
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  Speaker 1: how to wear my manhood as a crown. My hair
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  Speaker 1: is silvered or with age. I'm longing to depart, to
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  Speaker 1: clasp again my mother's hand and be a child at heart,
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  Speaker 1: to roam with her the gloryland where saints and angels
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  Speaker 1: greet to cast our crowns with songs of love at
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  Speaker 1: our Redeemer's feet in a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: A Grain of Sand by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper read
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  Speaker 2: for Librevox dot Org by Greg Giardano, Newport, Richie, Florida.
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  Speaker 2: Do you see this grain of sand lying loosely in
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  Speaker 2: my hand? Do you know? To me? It brought just
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  Speaker 2: a simple loving thought? When one gazes night by night
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  Speaker 2: on the glory of the stars of light, Oh, how
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  Speaker 2: little seems the span measured round the life of man.
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  Speaker 2: Oh how fleeting are his years, with their smiles and
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  Speaker 2: their tears. Can it be that God does care for
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  Speaker 2: such atoms as we are? Then outspake this grain of sand.
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  Speaker 2: I was fashioned by His hand in the starlit realms
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  Speaker 2: of space. I was made to have a place. Should
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  Speaker 2: the ocean flood the world where its mountains gainst me
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  Speaker 2: hurled all the force they could employ, wouldn't a single
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  Speaker 2: grain destroy? And if I a thing so light have
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  Speaker 2: a place within his sight? You are linked unto his throne.
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  Speaker 2: Cannot live nor die alone in the everlasting arms mid
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  Speaker 2: life's dangers and alarms. Let calm, trust your spirit, fill
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  Speaker 2: no He's God, and then be still trustingly. I raised
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  Speaker 2: my head, hearing what the Adam said, knowing Man is
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  Speaker 2: greater far than the brightest sun or star. And of poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Crucuses by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper read for Librovox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Larry Wilson in The Everlasting Arms mid
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  Speaker 1: Life's dangers and alarms, Let calm, trust your spirit filled No,
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  Speaker 1: He's God, and then be still trustingly. I raised my head,
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  Speaker 1: hearing what the atom said, knowing Man is greater far
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  Speaker 1: than the brightest sun or star. They heard the south
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  Speaker 1: wind sighing a murmur of the rain, and they knew
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  Speaker 1: that Earth was longing to see them all again. While
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  Speaker 1: the snowdrops still were sleeping beneath the silent sod, they
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  Speaker 1: felt their new life pulsing within the dark, cold clod.
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  Speaker 1: Not a daffodil nor daisy had dared to raise its head.
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  Speaker 1: Not a fair haired dandelion peeped timid from its bed,
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  Speaker 1: though a tremmer of the winter did shivering through them run.
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  Speaker 1: Yet they lifted up their foreheads to greet the vernal sun,
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  Speaker 1: and the sunbeams gave them welcome, as did the morning air,
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  Speaker 1: and scattered o'er their simple robes, rich tints of beauty rare.
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  Speaker 1: Soon a host of lovely flowers from vales and woodland burst.
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  Speaker 1: But in all that fair procession, the crocuses were first
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  Speaker 1: first to weave for Earth a chaplet, to crown her
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  Speaker 1: dear old head, and to beautify the path way where
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  Speaker 1: winter still did dread. And their loved and white haired
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  Speaker 1: mother smiled sweetly neath the touch when she knew her
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  Speaker 1: faithful children were loving her so much. In the poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. The Present Age
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  Speaker 1: Our Frances Ellen Watkins Harper, read for Libravox dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Laurie Wilson, Say not the age is hard and cold.
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  Speaker 1: I think it brave and grand When men of diverse
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  Speaker 1: sex and creeds are clasping hand in hand. The Parsi
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  Speaker 1: from his sacred fires beside the Christian kneels and clearer
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  Speaker 1: light to Islam's eyes. The word of Christ reveals the
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  Speaker 1: Brahman from his distant home, brings thoughts of ancient lore.
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  Speaker 1: The Buddhist breaking bonds of caste divides mankind no more.
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  Speaker 1: The meek eyed sons of far Cathay are welcomed round
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  Speaker 1: the board. Not greed nor malice drives away these children
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  Speaker 1: of our Lord and Judah, from whose trusted hands came Oracles.
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  Speaker 1: Divine now sits with those around whose hearts the light
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  Speaker 1: of God doth shine. Japan unbars her long sealed gates
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  Speaker 1: from islands far away. Her sons are lifting up their
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  Speaker 1: eyes to greet the coming day. The Indian child, from
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  Speaker 1: forests wilde has learned to read and pray. The tomahawk
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  Speaker 1: and scalping knife from him have passed away. From centuries
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  Speaker 1: of servile toil, the Negro finds release and builds the
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  Speaker 1: fanes of prayer and praise. Unto the God of peace.
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  Speaker 1: England and Russia face to face with Central Asia meet,
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  Speaker 1: and on the far Pacific coast, Chinese and Natives greet
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  Speaker 1: crusaders once with sword and shield the Holy Land to
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  Speaker 1: save from mosleen hands did strive to clutch the dear
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  Speaker 1: Redeemer's grave. A battle greater, grander far is for the presente,
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  Speaker 1: a crusade for the rights of man, to brighten history's page.
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  Speaker 1: When labor faints, embows her head and wont consorts with crime,
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  Speaker 1: or men grow on faithless sadly say that evil is
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  Speaker 1: the time. There is the field, the vantage ground for
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  Speaker 1: every earnest heart to side with justice, truth and right,
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  Speaker 1: and act a noble part, to save from ignorance. Advice
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  Speaker 1: the poorest, humblest child, to make our age the fairest
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  Speaker 1: one on which the sun has smiled. To plant the
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  Speaker 1: roots of coming years in mercy, love and truth. And
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  Speaker 1: bid our weary saden earth again we knew her youth,
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  Speaker 1: Oh earnest hearts, toil on in hope, till darkness shrieks
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  Speaker 1: from light, To fill the earth with peace and joy.
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  Speaker 1: Let youth and age unite in the poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Vacation Poems by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper, read for libervoxtat
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  Speaker 3: Org by Michel Frye in May two thousand eighteen. First,
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  Speaker 3: to stay the floods of sin and shame that sweep
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  Speaker 3: from shore to shore, and furl the banners stained with
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  Speaker 3: blood till war shall be no more. Blame not the age,
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  Speaker 3: nor think it full of evil and unrest. But say,
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  Speaker 3: of every other age, this one shall be the best,
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  Speaker 3: The age to brighten every path by sin and sorrow,
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  Speaker 3: trod for loving hearts to usher in the Commonwealth of God.
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  Speaker 3: Dedication poem on the reception of the annex to the
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  Speaker 3: Home for Aged Colored People, from the bequest of mister
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  Speaker 3: Edward T. Parker. Outcast from her home in Syria, in
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  Speaker 3: the lonely, dreary wild, heavy hearted, sorrow stricken, sat a
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  Speaker 3: mother and her child. There was not a voice to
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  Speaker 3: cheer her, not a soul to share her fate. She
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  Speaker 3: was weary, he was fainting, and life seemed so desolate.
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  Speaker 3: Far away in sunny Egypt was lone Hagar's native land,
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  Speaker 3: where the nile and kingly bounty scatters bread with gracious hand.
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  Speaker 3: In the tents of Princely Abram, she for years had
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  Speaker 3: found a home, till the stern decree of Sarah sent
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  Speaker 3: her forth the wild to Rome. Hour by hour she
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  Speaker 3: journeyed onward from the shelter of their tent, till her
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  Speaker 3: footsteps slowly faltered, and the water all was spent. Then
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  Speaker 3: she veiled her face in sorrow, feared her child would
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  Speaker 3: die of thirst, till her eyes with tears, so Holden
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  Speaker 3: saw a sparkling fountain burst. Oh how happy was that mother?
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  Speaker 3: What a soothing of her pain? When she saw her child,
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  Speaker 3: reviving life, rejoicing through each vein. Does not life repeat
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  Speaker 3: this story, tell it over day by day, of the
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  Speaker 3: fountains of refreshment, ever springing by our way, Here is
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  Speaker 3: one by which we gather on this bright and happy day,
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  Speaker 3: just to bask beside a fountain making gladder Life's highway,
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  Speaker 3: bringing unto hearts now aged, who have borne life's burdens long,
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  Speaker 3: such a gift of love and mercy as deserves our
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  Speaker 3: sweetest song, Such a gift that even Heaven may rejoice
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  Speaker 3: with us below. If the pure and holy angels join
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  Speaker 3: us in our joy and woe, May the memory of
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  Speaker 3: the giver in this home, where age may rest, float
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  Speaker 3: like fragrance through the ages, ever blessing, ever blessed. End
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  Speaker 3: of Poems. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: A Double Standard by Francis Ellen Waterskins Harper read for
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  Speaker 4: LibriVox dot Org by Annelisa Bodker. Do you blame me
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  Speaker 4: that I loved him? If, when standing all alone, I
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  Speaker 4: cried for bread a careless world pressed to my lips
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  Speaker 4: a stone, Do you blame me that I loved him?
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  Speaker 4: That my heart beat glad and free when he told
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  Speaker 4: me in the sweetest tones he loved, but only me.
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  Speaker 4: Can you blame me that I did not see beneath
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  Speaker 4: his burning kiss the serpent's wiles, nor even hear the
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  Speaker 4: deadly adder hiss? Can you blame me that my heart
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  Speaker 4: grew cold? The tempted tempter turned when he was feted
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  Speaker 4: and caressed, and I was coldly spurned. Would you blame
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  Speaker 4: him when you draw from me your dainty robes aside?
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  Speaker 4: If he with gilded bates should claim your fairest as
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  Speaker 4: his bride. Would you blame the world if it should
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  Speaker 4: press on him a civic crown and see me struggling
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  Speaker 4: in the depth, then harshly press me down. Crime has
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  Speaker 4: no sex, and yet to day I wear the brand
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  Speaker 4: of shame, whilst he amid the gay and proud still
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  Speaker 4: bears an honored name. Can you blame me if I've
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  Speaker 4: learned to think your hate of vice a sham? When
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  Speaker 4: you so coldly crushed me down and then excuse the man?
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  Speaker 4: Would you blame me if tomorrow the coroner should say
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  Speaker 4: a wretched girl, outcast forlorn, has thrown her life away. Yes,
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  Speaker 4: blame me for my downward course. But oh remember well
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  Speaker 4: within your homes you press the hand that led me
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  Speaker 4: down to hell. I'm glad God's ways are not our ways.
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  Speaker 3: He does not.
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  Speaker 4: See as man within his love. I know there's room
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  Speaker 4: for those whom others ban. I think before his great
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  Speaker 4: white throne, his throne of spotless light, that whitened sepulchers
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  Speaker 4: shall wear the hue of endless night, that I who fell,
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  Speaker 4: and he who sinned, shall reap, as we have sown,
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  Speaker 4: that each the burden of his loss must bear, and
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  Speaker 4: bear alone. No golden weights can turn the scale of
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  Speaker 4: justice in his sight. And what is wrong in woman's
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  Speaker 4: life in man's cannot be right. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Our Hero by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper, but for Librifox
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  Speaker 5: dot Org by phone onward to her destination. O'er the
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  Speaker 5: stream de Hannah's dead, when a cry of concernation smote
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  Speaker 5: and chilled her. Hearts with dread, wildly leaping, madly, sweeping
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  Speaker 5: all relentless in their sway, like a band of cruel demons.
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  Speaker 5: Flames are closing round their way. Oh the horror of
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  Speaker 5: those moments, flames above and waves below, Oh the agony
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  Speaker 5: of a ages crowded in one hour of woe fainter
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  Speaker 5: grew our hearts with anguish in that hour, with peril rife.
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  Speaker 5: When we saw the pilot flying terror, stricken for his life.
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  Speaker 5: Then a man that brose before us, we at once
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  Speaker 5: despised his race, but we saw a lofty purpose lighting
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  Speaker 5: up his darkened face. While the flames were madly roaring,
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  Speaker 5: with a courage, grand and high. Forth he rushed unto
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  Speaker 5: our rescue, strong to suffer, brave, to die helplessly. The
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  Speaker 5: boat was drifting, Death was staring in each face. When
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  Speaker 5: he grasped the fallen rudder took the pilot's vacant place.
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  Speaker 5: Could he save us? Would he save us all his
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  Speaker 5: hope of life give o'er? Could he hold faced vessel
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  Speaker 5: till she reached to the nearer shore. All our hopes
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  Speaker 5: and fears were centered round his strong, unfaltering hand. If
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  Speaker 5: he failed us, we must perish, perish just in sight
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  Speaker 5: of land. Breathlessly we watched him, waited, while the flames
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  Speaker 5: were raging fast. When our anguish changed the rapture, we
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  Speaker 5: were saved, Yes, saved at last. Never restrains. The sweetest
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  Speaker 5: music brought it with more welcome sound than the grating
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  Speaker 5: of that steamer when her keel had touched the ground.
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  Speaker 5: But our faithful, murtyer hero threw a fiery pathway trod
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  Speaker 5: till he laid his valiant spirit on the bosom of
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  Speaker 5: his god. Fame has never crowned a hero on the
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  Speaker 5: crimson fields of strife. Grander nobler than that pilot yielding
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  Speaker 5: up for us his life. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 5: is in the public domain. The Dying Bondman by Francis
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  Speaker 5: Ellen Watkin's Harper read for libevox dot Org by phone.
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  Speaker 5: Life was trembling, faintly trembling on the Bondsman's latest breath,
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  Speaker 5: and he felt the chilling pressure of the cold, hard
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  Speaker 5: hand of death. He had been an Afric chieftain, worn
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  Speaker 5: his manhead as a crown, but upon the field of
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  Speaker 5: battle had been fiercely stricken down. He had longed to
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  Speaker 5: gain his freedom, waited, watched, and hoped in vain till
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  Speaker 5: his life was slowly ebbing, almost broken. Was his chain
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  Speaker 5: by his bedside, the damaster gazing on the dying one,
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  Speaker 5: knowing by the dull gray shadows that life's sands were
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  Speaker 5: almost run Master, said the dying Bondman, Home and friends,
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  Speaker 5: I soon shall see. But before I reached my country, Master,
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  Speaker 5: write that I am free for the spirits of my
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  Speaker 5: father's which rent back from me in pride. If I
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  Speaker 5: told them that our greeting I a slave, had lived
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  Speaker 5: and died. Give to me the precious token that my
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  Speaker 5: kindred dead may see. Master writed, Write it quickly, Master,
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  Speaker 5: write that I am free. At his earnest plea, the
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  Speaker 5: master wrote for him. The glad relies o'er as one
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  Speaker 5: and wasted features flitted one sweet smile of peace. Eagerly
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  Speaker 5: he grasped the writing, I am free at last, he said, backwards,
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  Speaker 5: fell upon the pillow. He was free among the dead
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  Speaker 5: end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: A little child Shall lead Them by Frances Ellen Watkins
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  Speaker 5: Harper read for LibriVox dot Org by phone. Only a
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  Speaker 5: little scrap of blue, preserved with loving care. But earth
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  Speaker 5: has not a brilliant hue to me, more bright and fair, strong,
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  Speaker 5: drink like a raging demon laid on my heart's hand
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  Speaker 5: when my darling joined with others the loyal legion band.
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  Speaker 5: But mystic angels called away my loved and precious child,
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  Speaker 5: and o'er life's dark and stormy way swept waves of anguish,
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  Speaker 5: wild dis badge of the Loyal Legion replaced upon her
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  Speaker 5: breast as she lay in her lit so coffin, taking
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  Speaker 5: her last sweet rest. To wear that badge as a token,
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  Speaker 5: she earnestly did crave. So we laid it on our bosom,
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  Speaker 5: to wear it in the grave, where sorrow would never
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  Speaker 5: reach her, nor harsh words smite her ear, nor her
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  Speaker 5: eyes in death dim slumber, would ever shed a tear.
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  Speaker 5: What means this badge? Said their father, whom we had
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  Speaker 5: tried to save, who said, when we told her story,
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  Speaker 5: don't put it in the grave. We took the badge
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  Speaker 5: from our bosom and laid it on a chair, and men,
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  Speaker 5: by drink, deluded, knelt by that badge in prayer and vowed,
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  Speaker 5: in an hour of sorrow, from drink they would have stained.
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  Speaker 5: And this little badge became the wedge which broke their
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  Speaker 5: galling chain and lifted the gloomy shadows that overspread my life,
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  Speaker 5: and flooding my home with gladness made me a happy wife.
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  Speaker 5: And this is why the scrap of blue is precious
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  Speaker 5: in my sight. It changed my sad and gloomy home
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  Speaker 5: from darkness into light, end of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 5: in the public domain. The Sparrow's Fall by Frances Ellen
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  Speaker 5: Watkin's Horper read for Libovox dot Org by Foam. Too
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  Speaker 5: frail to soar, a feeble thing, it fell to the
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  Speaker 5: earth with fluttering wing. But God, who watches over all,
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  Speaker 5: beheld that little sparrow's fall Twas not a bird with plumage,
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  Speaker 5: gay filling the air where its morning lay. Twas not
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  Speaker 5: an eagle, bull and strong borne on the tempest's wing, along,
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  Speaker 5: only a brown and wesome thing, with drooping head and
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  Speaker 5: listless wing. It could not drift beyond the sight whom
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  Speaker 5: marshals the splendid stars of night. Its dying chirp fell
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  Speaker 5: on his ears, who tunes the music of the spheres,
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  Speaker 5: who hears the hungry lion's call, and spreads the table
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  Speaker 5: for us all Its mission of song, at last is done.
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  Speaker 5: No more will it greet the rising sun. That tiny
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  Speaker 5: bird had found a rest more calm than its mother's
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  Speaker 5: downy breast. Oh restless heart learned out to trust in God,
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  Speaker 5: so tender, strong and just, in whose love and mercy
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  Speaker 5: everywhere his humblest children have a share. If in love
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  Speaker 5: he numbers every hair, whether the strands be dark or fair,
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  Speaker 5: Shall we not learn to calmly rest like children on
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  Speaker 5: her father's breasts and of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 5: the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: God bless our Native Land by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper
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  Speaker 6: read for LibriVox by Caitlin s. God bless our native Land,
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  Speaker 6: land of the newly free. O, may she ever stand
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  Speaker 6: for truth and liberty. God bless our native Land. Where
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  Speaker 6: asleep our kindred dead, Let peace at Thy command above
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  Speaker 6: their graves be shed. God help our native land brings
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  Speaker 6: circees to her strife, and shower from Thy hand a
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  Speaker 6: more abundant life. God bless our native Land, her homes
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  Speaker 6: and children. Bless O, may she ever stand for truth
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  Speaker 6: and righteousness. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 6: public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Then They Lions by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Com by Larry Wilson. Welcome, children of the
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  Speaker 1: spring and your garbs of green and gold, Lifting up
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  Speaker 1: your sun crowned heads on the verdant plain and wold
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  Speaker 1: as a bright and joyous troop from the breast of earth.
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  Speaker 1: Ye came, fair and lovely are your cheeks with sun
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  Speaker 1: kisses all aflame in the dusty streets and lanes, where
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  Speaker 1: the lowly children play there as gentle friends, She smile,
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  Speaker 1: making brighter life's highway. Dewdrops in the morning sun. Weave
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  Speaker 1: your garments fair and bright, and we welcome you today
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  Speaker 1: as the children of the light, children of the earth
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  Speaker 1: and sun. We are slow to understand all the richness
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  Speaker 1: of the gifts flowing from our father's hand In the poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. The Building by
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  Speaker 1: Francis Ellen Watkins Harder read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 1: Larry Wilson. Build me a house, said the master, but
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  Speaker 1: not on the shifting sand mid the wreck and roar
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  Speaker 1: of tempest. A house that will firmly stand. I will
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  Speaker 1: bring thee windows of ackets and gates of carbuncles, bright
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  Speaker 1: and thy fairest courts and portals shall be filled with
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  Speaker 1: love and light. Thou shalt build with fateless rubies, all
• 25:24
  Speaker 1: fashioned round the throne, a house that shall last forever,
• 25:28
  Speaker 1: with Christ as the cornerstone. In a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Home Sweet Home by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper read for
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  Speaker 7: LibriVox dot Org. By Sarah Brown. It shall be a
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  Speaker 7: royal mansion, a fair and beautiful thing. It will be
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  Speaker 7: the presence chamber of thy safe Lord and King. Thy
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  Speaker 7: house shall be bound with pinions to mansions of rest above,
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  Speaker 7: but grace shall forge all the fetters with the links
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  Speaker 7: and chords of love. Thou shalt be free in this
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  Speaker 7: mansion from sorrow and pain of heart, For the peace
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  Speaker 7: of God shall enter and never again depart. End of poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Pure in heart Shall see God by Francis Ellen
• 26:39
  Speaker 1: Watkins Harper read for Librevox dot Org by Larry Wilson.
• 26:45
  Speaker 1: In one grand but gentle chorus, floating to the starry dome,
• 26:49
  Speaker 1: came the words that brought them mirror, words that told
• 26:53
  Speaker 1: of home, sweet home. For a while, all strife forgotten.
• 26:57
  Speaker 1: They were only brothers then in the sweet old course,
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  Speaker 1: not as soldiers, but his men, men whose hearts would
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  Speaker 1: flow together. Though apart their feet might roam, found a
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  Speaker 1: tie they could not sever in the memory of each home.
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  Speaker 1: Never may the steps of carnage shake our land from
• 27:15
  Speaker 1: shore to shore. But may Mother Home in Heaven be
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  Speaker 1: our watchwords evermore, They shall see Him in the crimson
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  Speaker 1: flush of morning's early light, in the drapery of sunset
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  Speaker 1: around the couch of night, when the clouds drop down
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  Speaker 1: their fatness in late and early rain, they shall see
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  Speaker 1: his glorious footprints on valley, hill and plain. They shall
• 27:36
  Speaker 1: see him when the cyclone breathed terror through the land.
• 27:39
  Speaker 1: They shall see him mid the murmurs of Zephyr's soft
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  Speaker 1: and bland. They shall see him when the lips of
• 27:46
  Speaker 1: health breathe vigor through each nerve, when pestilence clasps hands
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  Speaker 1: with death his purposes to serve. They shall see him.
• 27:54
  Speaker 1: When the trembling earth is rocking to and fro. They
• 27:57
  Speaker 1: shall see him in the order the seasons come and go.
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  Speaker 1: They shall see him when the storms of wars weep
• 28:03
  Speaker 1: wildly through the land. When peace to sins like gentle dew,
• 28:07
  Speaker 1: they still shall see his hand. They shall see him
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  Speaker 1: in the city of gems and pearls of light and
• 28:15
  Speaker 1: a poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nowhere
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  Speaker 1: to Lay His Head by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper, read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. They shall see
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  Speaker 1: him in his beauty, and walk with him in white
• 28:38
  Speaker 1: to living founce. Their feet shall tend, and Christ shall
• 28:41
  Speaker 1: be their guide. Beloved of God. Their rest shall be
• 28:44
  Speaker 1: in safety by his side. The conies had their hiding place,
• 28:48
  Speaker 1: the wily fox with stealthy tread a covert found. But
• 28:52
  Speaker 1: Christ the Lord, had not a place to lay his head.
• 28:56
  Speaker 1: The eagle had an ari home, the blithesome bird, It's
• 28:59
  Speaker 1: quite but not. The humblest spot on earth was by
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  Speaker 1: the Son of God. Possessed. Princes and kings had palaces
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  Speaker 1: with grandeur, could adorn each tomb for him who came
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  Speaker 1: with love and life. They had no home, They gave
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  Speaker 1: no room. In a poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Go Work in My Vineyard by Frances Ellen
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  Speaker 1: Watkins Harbor read for LibriVox dot Org by Laurie Wilson.
• 29:35
  Speaker 1: The hands whose touch sent thrills of joy through nerves
• 29:38
  Speaker 1: unstrung and palsied frame. The feet that traveled for our
• 29:42
  Speaker 1: need were nailed unto the cross of shame. How dare
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  Speaker 1: I murmur at my lot or talk of sorrow, pain
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  Speaker 1: and loss? When Christ was in a manger, laid and
• 29:53
  Speaker 1: died in anguish on the cross that homeless one beheld
• 29:56
  Speaker 1: beyond his lonely, agonizing pain, allah of out flowing from
• 30:01
  Speaker 1: his heart, that all the wandering world would gain. Go
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  Speaker 1: work in my vineyards, said the Lord, and gathered the
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  Speaker 1: bruised grain. But the reapers had left the stubble bare,
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  Speaker 1: and I trod the soil in pain. The fields of
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  Speaker 1: my lord are wide and broad. He has pastured fair
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  Speaker 1: and green, and vineyards that drink the golden light which
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  Speaker 1: flows from the sun's bright sheen. I heard the joy
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  Speaker 1: of the reaper's song as they gathered a golden grain,
• 30:30
  Speaker 1: then wearily turned unto my task with a lonely sense
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  Speaker 1: of pain. Sadly I turned from the sun's fierce glare
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  Speaker 1: and sought the quiet shade. And over my dim and
• 30:42
  Speaker 1: weary eye sleeps peaceful fingers strained, I dreamed. I joined
• 30:47
  Speaker 1: with a restless throng, eager for pleasure and gain. But
• 30:51
  Speaker 1: ever and anon, a stumbler fell and uttered a cry
• 30:54
  Speaker 1: of pain. But the eager crowd still hurried on, too
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  Speaker 1: busy to pause or heed. When my voice rang sadly
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  Speaker 1: through my soul, you must staunch these wounds that bleed.
• 31:05
  Speaker 1: My hands were weak, but I reached them out to
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  Speaker 1: feeber ones than mine in the poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Renewal of Strength by Francis Annan Watkins Harper read for
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  Speaker 5: libofox dot Org by phone. The prison house in which
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  Speaker 5: I live is falling to decay, but God renews my
• 31:38
  Speaker 5: spirit's strength within these walls of clay. For me, a
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  Speaker 5: dimness slowly creeps around Earth's fairest light, But Heaven grows
• 31:48
  Speaker 5: clearer to my view and fairer to my sight. It
• 31:53
  Speaker 5: may be Earth's sweet harmonies or duller to my ear,
• 31:57
  Speaker 5: but music from my father's house began to float more near,
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  Speaker 5: and let the pillars of my home crumble and fall
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  Speaker 5: away lo God's dear love within my soul renews it
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  Speaker 5: day by day. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 5: the public domain. Jamie's Puzzle by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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  Speaker 5: read for Librivaux dot Org by phone. There was grief
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  Speaker 5: within our household because of a vacant chair. Our mother
• 32:39
  Speaker 5: so loved impressious no longer was sitting there. Our hearts
• 32:44
  Speaker 5: grew heavy with sorrow, our eyes with tears, were blind,
• 32:49
  Speaker 5: and little Jamie was wondering why we were left behind.
• 32:54
  Speaker 5: We had told our little darling of the land and
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  Speaker 5: love and light of the same, all crowned with glory
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  Speaker 5: and enrobed in spotless white. We said that our precious
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  Speaker 5: mother had gone to that land so fair, to dwell
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  Speaker 5: with beautiful angels, and to be forever there. But the
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  Speaker 5: child was sorely puzzled. Why dear Grandmamma should go to
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  Speaker 5: dwell in a stranger city when her children loved her
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  Speaker 5: so But again the mystic angel came with swift and
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  Speaker 5: silent tread, and our sister Jamie's mother was enrolled among
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  Speaker 5: the dead. To us, the mystery deepened. To Jamie, it
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  Speaker 5: seemed more clear. Grandma, he said, must be lonesome, and
• 33:45
  Speaker 5: Mamma has gone to her. But the question lies unanswered
• 33:51
  Speaker 5: in our little Jamie's mind. Why she should go to
• 33:54
  Speaker 5: her mother and leave her children behind to dwell in
• 33:58
  Speaker 5: that lovely city from all there was dear to part
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  Speaker 5: from children who loved to nestle so closely round your heart.
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  Speaker 5: Dear child, like you, we are puzzled with problems that
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  Speaker 5: still remain. But think in the great hereafter their meaning
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  Speaker 5: will all be plain. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 5: in the public domain. Truth by Frances Ellen Watkin's Harper
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  Speaker 5: read for libovox dot org by foam. A rock for ages,
• 34:39
  Speaker 5: stern and high set, frowning against the earth and sky,
• 34:43
  Speaker 5: and never bowed its haughty crest when angry storms around him.
• 34:47
  Speaker 5: Pressed morn springing from the arms of night, had often
• 34:52
  Speaker 5: bathed his brow with light and kissed the shadows from
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  Speaker 5: his face with tender love and gentle grace. Day, pausing
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  Speaker 5: at the gates of rest, smiled on him from the
• 35:04
  Speaker 5: distant west, and from her throne, the dark browed Night
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  Speaker 5: threw round his path her softest light, And yet he
• 35:13
  Speaker 5: stood unmoved, and proud, nor love nor wrath. As spar
• 35:16
  Speaker 5: it bowed, he bared his brow to every blast, and
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  Speaker 5: scorned the tempest as it passed. One day, a tiny
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  Speaker 5: humble seed, the keenest eye would hardly heed, fell trembling
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  Speaker 5: at the stern rock's base, and found a lowly hiding place.
• 35:36
  Speaker 5: A ray of light, a drop of dew came with
• 35:39
  Speaker 5: a message kind and true. They told her of the
• 35:42
  Speaker 5: world so bright, its love, its joy, and rosy light,
• 35:47
  Speaker 5: and lured her from her hiding place to gaze upon
• 35:50
  Speaker 5: Earth's glorious face, so peeping timid. From the ground, she
• 35:57
  Speaker 5: clasped the ancient rock around and climbing up a childish grace.
• 36:02
  Speaker 5: He held him with a close embrace. Her clinging was
• 36:06
  Speaker 5: a thing of dread wherever she touched the fissure's bread.
• 36:11
  Speaker 5: And he who'd breasted many a storm stood frowning there
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  Speaker 5: a mangled form, A truth dropped in the silent earth,
• 36:19
  Speaker 5: may seem a thing of little worth, till spreading round
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  Speaker 5: some mighty wrong, its SAPs, its pillars, proud and strong,
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  Speaker 5: and o'er the fallen, ruined weeds, the brightest blooms and
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  Speaker 5: fairest leaves. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 5: public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Death of the Old Sea King by Francis Ellen Watkins
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  Speaker 2: Harper read for Librevox dot Org by Gregg Geirdano, Newport, Ritchey, Florida.
• 36:57
  Speaker 2: Twas a fearful night, the tempest raved with loud and
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  Speaker 2: wrathful pride. The storm King harnessed his lightning steeds and
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  Speaker 2: rode on the raging tide. The Sea King lay on
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  Speaker 2: its bed of death, pale mourners around him, bent. They
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  Speaker 2: knew the wild and fitful life of their chief was
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  Speaker 2: almost spent. His ear was growing dull in death. When
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  Speaker 2: the angry storm he heard the sluggish blood in the
• 37:32
  Speaker 2: old man's veins with sudden vigor stirred. I hear them call,
• 37:40
  Speaker 2: cried the dying man. His eyes grew full of light.
• 37:44
  Speaker 2: Now bring me here, my warrior robes, my sword and
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  Speaker 2: armor bright and the tempest's lull. I hear a voice
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  Speaker 2: I knew twas Odin's call. The Valkars are gathering round
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  Speaker 2: my bed to lead me unto his hall. Bear me
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  Speaker 2: unto my noblest ship. Light up a funeral pyre. I'll
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  Speaker 2: walk to the palace of the Braves through a path
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  Speaker 2: of flame and fire. Oh, wild and bright was the
• 38:22
  Speaker 2: stormy light that flashed from the old man's eye as
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  Speaker 2: they bore him from the couch of death to his
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  Speaker 2: battleship to die, and lit with many a mournful torch
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  Speaker 2: the seeking's dying bed, And like a banner, fair and bright,
• 38:43
  Speaker 2: the flames around him spread, but they heard no cry
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  Speaker 2: of anguish. Break through that fiery wall. With rigid brow
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  Speaker 2: and silent lips, he was seeking Odin's hall through a
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  Speaker 2: path the fearful splendor of strong men held their breath.
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  Speaker 2: The brave old man went boldly forth and calmly talked
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  Speaker 2: with death and of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 2: public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Save the Boys by Francis Allen Watkins Harper read for
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  Speaker 8: LibriVox Dotter worg buy Nimo, Save the boys. Like dives
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  Speaker 8: in the deeps of hell. I cannot break this fearful spell,
• 39:43
  Speaker 8: nor quench the fires I've madly nursed, nor cool this dreadful,
• 39:47
  Speaker 8: raging thirst. Take back your pledge, Ye come too late.
• 39:52
  Speaker 8: Ye cannot save me from my fate, nor bring me
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  Speaker 8: back to parted joys. But ye can try to save
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  Speaker 8: the boys. Ye bid me break my fiery chain, or
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  Speaker 8: rise and be a man again. When every street with
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  Speaker 8: snares is spread and nets of sin where'er I tread, no,
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  Speaker 8: I must reap as I did so. The seeds of
• 40:15
  Speaker 8: sin bring crops of woe. But with my latest breath,
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  Speaker 8: I'll crave that ye will try the boys to save.
• 40:24
  Speaker 8: These bloodshot eyes were once so bright, the sin crushed
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  Speaker 8: heart was glad and light. But by the wine cup's
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  Speaker 8: ruddy glow, I traced a path to shame and woe.
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  Speaker 8: A captive to my galling chain. I've tried to rise,
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  Speaker 8: but tried in vain. The couple lures and then destroys
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  Speaker 8: Oh from its thraldom. Save the boys, Take from your
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  Speaker 8: streets those traps of hell in two whose gilded snares
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  Speaker 8: I fell. Oh, free men from these foul decoys. I'll
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  Speaker 8: rise and vote to save the boys. Oh ye who
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  Speaker 8: license men to trade and drafts the charm and then
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  Speaker 8: degrade before ye hear the cry too late, Oh, save
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  Speaker 8: the boys from my sad fate. End a poem. This
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  Speaker 8: recording is in the public domain. Nothing in Something by
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  Speaker 8: Francis Ellen Watkins Harper read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 8: Nimo Nothing in Something. It is nothing to me, the
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  Speaker 8: beauty said, with a careless toss of her pretty head.
• 41:46
  Speaker 8: The man is weak if he can't refrain from the
• 41:49
  Speaker 8: cup you say is fraught with pain. There was something
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  Speaker 8: to her in after years, when her eyes were drenched
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  Speaker 8: with burning tears, and she watched in lonely grief and dread,
• 42:00
  Speaker 8: and startled to hear a staggering tread. It is nothing
• 42:05
  Speaker 8: to me, the mother said, I have no fear that
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  Speaker 8: my boy will tread in the downward path of sin
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  Speaker 8: and shame and crush my heart and darken his name.
• 42:17
  Speaker 8: It was something to her when that only sun from
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  Speaker 8: the path of right was early one, and madly cast
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  Speaker 8: in the flowing bowl, our ruined body and sin wrecked soul.
• 42:30
  Speaker 8: It is nothing to me, the young man cried. In
• 42:33
  Speaker 8: his eye was a flash of scorn and pride. I
• 42:37
  Speaker 8: heed not the dreadful things you tell. I can rule myself,
• 42:41
  Speaker 8: I know full well. It was something to him when
• 42:45
  Speaker 8: in prison he lay the victim of drink life ebbing away,
• 42:50
  Speaker 8: and thought of his wretched child and wife, and the
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  Speaker 8: mournful wreck of his wasted life. It is nothing to me,
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  Speaker 8: the merchant said, over his ledger. He bent his head.
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  Speaker 8: I'm busy today with par and treat and I have
• 43:05
  Speaker 8: no time to fume and fret. It was something to
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  Speaker 8: him when over the wire a message came from a
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  Speaker 8: funeral pyre. A drunken conductor wrecked to train, and his
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  Speaker 8: wife and child were among the slain. It is nothing
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  Speaker 8: to me, the voter said, The party's loss is my
• 43:26
  Speaker 8: greatest dread, then gave his vote for the liquor trade.
• 43:30
  Speaker 8: Though hearts were crushed and drunkard's made, it was something
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  Speaker 8: to him. And after life, when his daughter became a
• 43:37
  Speaker 8: drunkard's wife, and her hungry children cried for bread and
• 43:41
  Speaker 8: trembled to hear their father's tread. Is it nothing for
• 43:46
  Speaker 8: us to idly sleep while the cohorts of death, their vigils,
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  Speaker 8: keep to gather the young and thoughtless in and grind
• 43:55
  Speaker 8: in our midst a grist of sin. It is something, yes, all,
• 44:01
  Speaker 8: for us to stand, clasping by faith our Saviour's hand,
• 44:06
  Speaker 8: to learn to labor, live, and fight on the side
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  Speaker 8: of God in changeless light end a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 8: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: VASTI by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper, read for Librovox dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Larry Wilson. They brought her message to the
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  Speaker 1: king dark flashed his angry eye, twas as the lightning
• 44:40
  Speaker 1: ere the storm hath swept in fury. By then bitterly
• 44:44
  Speaker 1: outspoke the king, through purple lips of wrath. What shall
• 44:48
  Speaker 1: be done to her who dares to cross your monarch's path?
• 44:53
  Speaker 1: Then spake his wily counselors, O, King of this fair land,
• 44:58
  Speaker 1: from distant end, to all bow to thy command. But
• 45:02
  Speaker 1: if before thy servant's eyes this thing, they plainly see
• 45:06
  Speaker 1: that Vashti doth not heed Thy will, nor yield herself
• 45:09
  Speaker 1: to thee. The women restive beneath our rule would learn
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  Speaker 1: to scorn your name, and from her deed to us
• 45:17
  Speaker 1: would come reproach and burning shame. Then, gracious King, sign
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  Speaker 1: with thy hand this stern but just decree that Vashti
• 45:26
  Speaker 1: lay aside her crown, thy queen, no more to be.
• 45:32
  Speaker 1: She heard again the King's command and left her high estate,
• 45:36
  Speaker 1: strong in her earnest womanhood. She calmly met her fate
• 45:40
  Speaker 1: and left the palace of the King, proud of her
• 45:43
  Speaker 1: spotless name. A woman who could bend to grief but
• 45:46
  Speaker 1: would not bow to shame. And a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain.
• 45:58
  Speaker 9: Thank God Children by Ellen F. W. Harper, recorded for
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  Speaker 9: Libervox dot Org by Jude that vash de lay aside
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  Speaker 9: her crown, thy queen, no more to be. She heard
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  Speaker 9: again the King's command, and left her high estate, strong
• 46:21
  Speaker 9: in her earnest womanhood. She calmly met her fate and
• 46:26
  Speaker 9: left the palace of the King, proud of her spotless name.
• 46:32
  Speaker 9: A woman who could bend to grief but would not
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  Speaker 9: bow to shame. Thank God for little children, bright flowers
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  Speaker 9: by Earth's wayside, the dancing joyous lifeboats upon life's stormy tide.
• 46:49
  Speaker 9: Thank God for little children. When our skies are cold
• 46:53
  Speaker 9: and gray, they come as sunshine to our hearts and
• 46:58
  Speaker 9: charm our care away. I almost think the angels who
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  Speaker 9: tend life's garden fair drop down the sweet wild blossoms
• 47:10
  Speaker 9: that bloom around us. Here it seems a breath of
• 47:15
  Speaker 9: heaven round many a cradle lies, and every little baby
• 47:21
  Speaker 9: brings a message from the skies. Dear mothers, guard these
• 47:27
  Speaker 9: jewels as sacred offerings. Meet a wealth of household treasures
• 47:33
  Speaker 9: to lay at Jesus' feet. End of poem. This recording
• 47:40
  Speaker 9: is in the public domain.
• 47:49
  Speaker 2: The Marker of Alabama by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper read
• 47:57
  Speaker 2: for Librevox dot Org by Gregg Giardano, Newport, Ritchie, Florida,
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  Speaker 2: Tim Thompson. A little Negro boy was asked to dance
• 48:10
  Speaker 2: for the amusement of some white tufts. He refused, saying
• 48:15
  Speaker 2: he was a church member. One of the men knocked
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  Speaker 2: him down with the club and then danced upon his
• 48:21
  Speaker 2: prostrate form. He then shot the boy in the hip.
• 48:26
  Speaker 2: The boy is dead, his murderer is still at large.
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  Speaker 2: News item. He lifted up his pleading eyes and scanned
• 48:37
  Speaker 2: each cruel face, where cold and brutal cowardice had left
• 48:43
  Speaker 2: its evil trace. He was when tender memories round Bethlehem's
• 48:49
  Speaker 2: Manger lay, and mothers told their little ones of Jesu's
• 48:55
  Speaker 2: natal day, and of the magi from the east who
• 48:59
  Speaker 2: came their gifts to bring and bow in reverence at
• 49:04
  Speaker 2: the feet of Salem's new born king, and how the
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  Speaker 2: herald angels sang the choral song of peace, that war
• 49:15
  Speaker 2: should close his wrathful lips, and strife and carnage cease
• 49:21
  Speaker 2: at such an hour. Men well may hush their discord
• 49:26
  Speaker 2: and their strife, and o'er that manger clasped their hands
• 49:31
  Speaker 2: with gifts to brighten life, alas that in our favored land,
• 49:38
  Speaker 2: that cruelty and crime should cast their shadows. O'er a
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  Speaker 2: day the fairest pearl of time, a dark browed boy
• 49:48
  Speaker 2: had drawn anear a band of savage men, just as
• 49:53
  Speaker 2: a hapless lamb might stray in two a tiger's den.
• 49:59
  Speaker 2: Cruel and dull they saw on him for sport and
• 50:03
  Speaker 2: evil chance, and then demanded of the child to give
• 50:09
  Speaker 2: to them a dance. Come dance for us. The rough
• 50:14
  Speaker 2: men said, I can't. The child replied, I cannot, For
• 50:19
  Speaker 2: the dear Lord's sake, who for my sins once died.
• 50:25
  Speaker 2: Though they were strong and he was weak. He wouldn't
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  Speaker 2: his Lord deny. His life lay in their cruel hands,
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  Speaker 2: but he for Christ could die. Heard they a right?
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  Speaker 2: Did that brave child? Their mandates dare resist? Did he,
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  Speaker 2: against their stern commands have courage to insist? Then recklessly
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  Speaker 2: a man arose and dealt a fearful blow. He crushed
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  Speaker 2: the portals of that life, and lay the brave child low,
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  Speaker 2: and trampled on his prostrate form as on a broken toy.
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  Speaker 2: Then danced with careless, brutal feet upon the murdered boy. Christians,
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  Speaker 2: behold that martyrred child. His blood cries from the ground
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  Speaker 2: before the sleepless eye of God. He shows each gaping wound,
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  Speaker 2: Oh Church of Christ, Arise, Arise, lest crimson stain thy hand.
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  Speaker 2: When God shall inquisition, make for blood shed in the land,
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  Speaker 2: Take sackcloth of the darkest hue and shroud the pulpits round.
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  Speaker 2: Servants of him who cannot lie sit mourning on the ground.
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  Speaker 2: Let holy horror blanch each brow, pale every cheek with fear,
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  Speaker 2: and rocks and stones. If ye could speak, ye well
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  Speaker 2: might melt to tears through every fain. Send forth a
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  Speaker 2: cry of sorrow and regret. Or in an hour of
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  Speaker 2: careless ease thy brother's wrongs. Forget voil not thine eyes,
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  Speaker 2: nor close thy lips, nor speak with bated breath. This
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  Speaker 2: evil shall not always last. The end of it is death.
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  Speaker 2: Avert the doom that crime must bring upon a guilty land.
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  Speaker 2: Strong in the strength that God supplies for truth and
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  Speaker 2: justice stand for Christless men with reckless hands are sowing
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  Speaker 2: round thy path the tempest wild that yet shall bring
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  Speaker 2: in whirlwinds of God's wrath and of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 2: is in the public domain. The Night of Death by
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  Speaker 2: Francis Ellen Watkins Harper read for Librevox dot Org by
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  Speaker 2: Greg Girdano, Newport Richie, Florida. Twas a knight of dreadful horror,
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  Speaker 2: death was sweeping through the land, and the wings of
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  Speaker 2: dark destruction were outstretched from strand to strand. Strong men's
• 53:45
  Speaker 2: hearts grew faint with terror, as the tempest and the
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  Speaker 2: waves wrecked their homes and swept them downward, suddenly to
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  Speaker 2: yawning graves mid the wastes of ruined households, and the
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  Speaker 2: tempest wild alarms stood a terror stricken mother with a
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  Speaker 2: child within her arms. Other children huddled round her, each
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  Speaker 2: one nestling in her heart. Swift in thought and swift
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  Speaker 2: in action, She at least from one must part. Then
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  Speaker 2: she said, unto her daughter, strive to save one child
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  Speaker 2: from death? Which one? Said the anxious daughter, as she
• 54:31
  Speaker 2: stood with bated breath. Oh the anguish of that mother.
• 54:37
  Speaker 2: What despair was in her eye? All her little ones
• 54:41
  Speaker 2: were precious. Which one should she leave to die? Then
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  Speaker 2: out spake the brother Benny, I will take the little one. No,
• 54:53
  Speaker 2: exclaimed the anxious mother. No, my child, it can't be done.
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  Speaker 2: See my boy, the waves are rising. Save yourself and
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  Speaker 2: leave the child. I will trust in Christ, he answered,
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  Speaker 2: grasped the little one and smiled. Through the roar of
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  Speaker 2: wind and waters, Ever and anon she cried, But throughout
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  Speaker 2: the night of terror, never Benny's voice replied. But above
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  Speaker 2: the waves, while surging, he had found a safe retreat,
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  Speaker 2: as if God had sent an angel just to guide
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  Speaker 2: his wandering feet. When the storm had spent its fury
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  Speaker 2: and the sea gave up its dead, she was mourning
• 55:43
  Speaker 2: for her loved ones lost amid that night of dread,
• 55:49
  Speaker 2: while her head was bound in anguish on her ear.
• 55:53
  Speaker 2: There fell a voice, bringing Circese to her sorrow, bidding
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  Speaker 2: all her heart rejoice. Didn't I tell you true? Said Benny,
• 56:05
  Speaker 2: and his eyes were full of light when I told you,
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  Speaker 2: God would help me through the dark and dreadful night.
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  Speaker 2: And he placed the little darling safe within his mother's arms,
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  Speaker 2: feeling Christ had been his guardian. Bid the dangers and alarms,
• 56:26
  Speaker 2: Oh for faith, so firm and precious in the darkest,
• 56:30
  Speaker 2: saddest night, till life's gloom encircled shadows fade in everlasting light.
• 56:38
  Speaker 2: And upon the mount of vision, we are loved and lost,
• 56:43
  Speaker 2: shall greet with Earth's wildest storms behind us, and its
• 56:48
  Speaker 2: cares beneath our feet. And of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 2: in the public domain. Mother's Treasures by Frances Ellen Watkins
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  Speaker 2: Harper read for Librevox dot Org by Gregg Giardano, Newport Richey, Florida.
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  Speaker 2: Two little children sit by my side. I call them
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  Speaker 2: Lily and Daffodil. I gaze on them with a mother's pride.
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  Speaker 2: One is Edna, the others will both have eyes of
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  Speaker 2: starry light and laughing lips or teeth of pearl that
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  Speaker 2: would not change for a diadem, my noble boy and
• 57:41
  Speaker 2: darling girl. To night, my heart o'erflows with joy. I
• 57:47
  Speaker 2: hold them as a sacred trust. I fain would hide
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  Speaker 2: them in my heart, safe from tarnish of moth and rust.
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  Speaker 2: But should I ask for my dear boy the richest
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  Speaker 2: gifts of wealth or fame? What for my girl a
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  Speaker 2: loving heart and a fair and a spotless name. What
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  Speaker 2: for my boy that he should stand a pillar of
• 58:14
  Speaker 2: strength to the state, But for my girl, that ye
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  Speaker 2: should be the friend of the poor and desolate. I
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  Speaker 2: do not ask they shall never tread with weary feet
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  Speaker 2: the paths of pain. I ask that in the darkest
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  Speaker 2: hour they may faithful and true remain. I only ask
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  Speaker 2: their lives may be pure as gems in the gates
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  Speaker 2: of pearl, lives to brighton and bless the world. This
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  Speaker 2: I ask for my boy and girl. I ask to
• 58:52
  Speaker 2: clasp their hands again. Bid the holy hosts of heaven enraptured,
• 58:58
  Speaker 2: say I am here God, and the children thou hast
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  Speaker 2: given and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Refiner's Gold by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper read for
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  Speaker 2: LibriVox dot Org by Greg Girdano, Newport, Richie, Florida. He
• 59:31
  Speaker 2: stood before my heart's closed door and asked to enter in.
• 59:37
  Speaker 2: But I had barred the passage, O're by unbelief and sin.
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  Speaker 2: He came with nail prints in his hands to set
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  Speaker 2: my spirit free. With wounded feet, he trod a path
• 59:52
  Speaker 2: to come and sup with me. He found me poor
• 59:57
  Speaker 2: and brought me gold. The fire of love had tried,
• 1:00:02
  Speaker 2: and garments whiten'd by his blood. Thy wretchedness to hide.
• 1:00:08
  Speaker 2: The glare of life had dimmed my eyes. Its glamor
• 1:00:13
  Speaker 2: was too bright. He came with ointment in his hands
• 1:00:17
  Speaker 2: to heal my darkened sight. He knew my heart was
• 1:00:22
  Speaker 2: tempest toss'd by care and pain, opprest. He whispered to
• 1:00:27
  Speaker 2: my burdened heart, come unto me and rest. He found
• 1:00:33
  Speaker 2: me weary, faint and worn, unbarren mountains, cold, with love's constraint.
• 1:00:41
  Speaker 2: He drew me on to shelter in his fold. O
• 1:00:46
  Speaker 2: foolish heart, How slow wert thou to welcome thy dear guest,
• 1:00:53
  Speaker 2: to change thy weariness and care for comfort, peace and
• 1:00:57
  Speaker 2: rest close to his side? Oh, may I stay just
• 1:01:03
  Speaker 2: to behold his face till I shall wear within my
• 1:01:08
  Speaker 2: soul the image of his grace, the grace that changes
• 1:01:13
  Speaker 2: hearts of stone to tenderness and love, and bids us
• 1:01:18
  Speaker 2: run with willing feet unto his courts above and of poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: A Story of the Rebellion by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper,
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  Speaker 8: read for LibriVox dot Org by Nemo. A Story of
• 1:01:48
  Speaker 8: the Rebellion. The treacherous sands had caught our boat and
• 1:01:53
  Speaker 8: held it with a strong embrace and death at our
• 1:01:56
  Speaker 8: imprisoned crew was sternly looking face to face with anxious hearts.
• 1:02:02
  Speaker 8: But failing strength, we strove to push the boat from shore,
• 1:02:06
  Speaker 8: but all in vain, for there we lay with bated
• 1:02:10
  Speaker 8: breath and useless ore around us in a fearful storm.
• 1:02:14
  Speaker 8: The fiery hail fell thick and fast, and we, in
• 1:02:18
  Speaker 8: girded by the sand, could not return the dreadful blast.
• 1:02:23
  Speaker 8: When one arose upon whose brow the ardent son had
• 1:02:26
  Speaker 8: left his trace a noble purpose, strong and high, uplighting
• 1:02:31
  Speaker 8: all his dusky face. Perchance, within that fateful hour the
• 1:02:36
  Speaker 8: wrongs of ages thronged to pace, but with it came
• 1:02:39
  Speaker 8: the glorious hope of swift deliverance to his race of
• 1:02:45
  Speaker 8: galling chains, asunder rent of severed hearts, again made one
• 1:02:49
  Speaker 8: of freedom, crowning all the land through battles, gained in victories,
• 1:02:54
  Speaker 8: won some one. Our hero firmly said, must die to
• 1:02:59
  Speaker 8: get a out of this, then leaped upon the strand
• 1:03:02
  Speaker 8: and bared his bosom to the bullet's hiss. But year
• 1:03:07
  Speaker 8: are soldiers and can fight, may win in battles. Yet unfought,
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  Speaker 8: I have no offering but my life, and if they
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  Speaker 8: kill me, it is not With steady hands. He grasped
• 1:03:19
  Speaker 8: the boat and boldly pushed it from the shore, then
• 1:03:23
  Speaker 8: fell by rebel bullets, pierced his life, worked grandly, nobly,
• 1:03:28
  Speaker 8: or our boat was rescued from the sands and launched
• 1:03:32
  Speaker 8: in safety on the tide. But he, our comrade, good
• 1:03:36
  Speaker 8: and grand and our defense, had bravely died. End a poem.
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  Speaker 8: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Burial of Sarah by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper Read Librevox,
• 1:04:00
  Speaker 2: dot org Thy Gregg Giardano, Newport, Richie, Florida. He stood
• 1:04:08
  Speaker 2: before the sons of heath and bowed his sorrowing head.
• 1:04:13
  Speaker 2: I've come, he said, to buy a place where I
• 1:04:17
  Speaker 2: may lay my dead I am a stranger in your land.
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  Speaker 2: My home has lost its light. Grant me a place
• 1:04:27
  Speaker 2: where I may lay my dead, away from sight. Then
• 1:04:32
  Speaker 2: tenderly the sons of Heath gazed on the mourner's face
• 1:04:37
  Speaker 2: and said, O, Prince, amid our dead, choose thou her
• 1:04:43
  Speaker 2: resting place. The sepulchers of those we love we place
• 1:04:48
  Speaker 2: at thy command against the plea thy grief hath made
• 1:04:54
  Speaker 2: we close, not heart nor hand. The patriarch rose and
• 1:04:59
  Speaker 2: bow his head, and said, one place I crave tis
• 1:05:04
  Speaker 2: at the end of Ephron's field, and called Bechpella's cave.
• 1:05:11
  Speaker 2: Entreat him that he sell to me for her last sleep.
• 1:05:15
  Speaker 2: That cave I do not ask for her. I loved
• 1:05:20
  Speaker 2: the freedom of a grave. The son of Zohar answered him, hearken,
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  Speaker 2: my Lord to me before our sons the field and
• 1:05:31
  Speaker 2: cave I free THEE give to THEE. I will not
• 1:05:35
  Speaker 2: take it as a gift. The grand old man then said,
• 1:05:40
  Speaker 2: I pray THEE let me buy the place where I
• 1:05:44
  Speaker 2: may lay my dead, and with the promise in his heart,
• 1:05:49
  Speaker 2: his seed should own that land. He gave the shekels
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  Speaker 2: for the field he took from Ephron's hand, and saw
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  Speaker 2: afar the glorious day, his chosen seed should tread the
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  Speaker 2: soil where he, in sorrow lay his loved and cherished dead.
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  Speaker 2: And of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:06:24
  Speaker 2: Going East by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper read for Librevox
• 1:06:31
  Speaker 2: dot Org by Greg Giardano, Newport, Richie, Florida. She came
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  Speaker 2: from the east, a fair, young bride with a light
• 1:06:42
  Speaker 2: and abounding heart, to find in the distant west a
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  Speaker 2: home with her husband. To make a start, He builded
• 1:06:50
  Speaker 2: his cabin far away, where the prairie flower bloomed wild.
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  Speaker 2: Her love made lighter all his toil and joy and
• 1:07:01
  Speaker 2: hope around him. Smiled, she plied her hands to life's
• 1:07:06
  Speaker 2: homely tasks and helped to build his fortunes up. While
• 1:07:11
  Speaker 2: joy and grief, like bitter and sweet, were mingled and
• 1:07:16
  Speaker 2: mixed in her cup. He sowed in his fields of
• 1:07:19
  Speaker 2: golden grain. All the strength of his manly prime. Nor
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  Speaker 2: music of birds, nor brooks nor bees was as sweet
• 1:07:30
  Speaker 2: as the dollar's chime. She toiled and waited through weary
• 1:07:35
  Speaker 2: years for the fortune that came at length. But toil
• 1:07:39
  Speaker 2: and care and hope deferred had stolen and wasted her strength.
• 1:07:46
  Speaker 2: The cabin changed to a stately home. Rich carpets were
• 1:07:51
  Speaker 2: hushing her tread, but light was fading from her eye,
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  Speaker 2: and the bloom from her cheek had fled. Slower and
• 1:08:01
  Speaker 2: heavier grew her step, while his gold his gains increased,
• 1:08:07
  Speaker 2: but his proud domain had not the charm of her
• 1:08:10
  Speaker 2: humble home in the east. Within her eye was a
• 1:08:15
  Speaker 2: restless light and a yearning that never ceased, A longing
• 1:08:20
  Speaker 2: to see the dear old home she had left in
• 1:08:24
  Speaker 2: the distant east, a longing to clasp her mother's hand
• 1:08:29
  Speaker 2: and nestle close to her heart, and to feel the
• 1:08:33
  Speaker 2: heavy cares of life, like the sun kissed shadows depart.
• 1:08:39
  Speaker 2: Her husband was adding field to field, and new wealth
• 1:08:43
  Speaker 2: to his golden store, and little thought the shadow of
• 1:08:47
  Speaker 2: death was entering in at his door. He had no
• 1:08:52
  Speaker 2: line to sound the depths of her tears, repressed and unshd,
• 1:08:58
  Speaker 2: nor dream'd mid plain. A human heart could be starving,
• 1:09:03
  Speaker 2: but not for bread. The hungry heart was stilled at last,
• 1:09:08
  Speaker 2: its restless, baffled yearning ceased. A lonely man sat by
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  Speaker 2: the bier of a corpse that was going east, and
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  Speaker 2: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The
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  Speaker 2: Hermit's Sacrifice by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper read for Librevox
• 1:09:41
  Speaker 2: dot Org by Greg Girnano, Newport, Richie, Florida. From Rome's
• 1:09:48
  Speaker 2: palaces and villas, gaily issued forth a throng from her
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  Speaker 2: humbler habitations moved a human tide along haughti dames and
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  Speaker 2: blooming maidens. Men who knew not Mercy's sway thronged into
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  Speaker 2: the Colosseum on that Roman holiday from the lonely wilds
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  Speaker 2: of Asia. From her jungles, far away from the distant
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  Speaker 2: torrid regions, Rome had gathered beasts of prey. Lions, restless, roaring,
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  Speaker 2: rampant tigers with their stealthy tread leopards, bright and fierce
• 1:10:32
  Speaker 2: and fiery, met in conflict, wild and dread Fierce and
• 1:10:39
  Speaker 2: fearful was the carnage of the madden beasts of prey
• 1:10:44
  Speaker 2: as they fought and rent each other, urged by men
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  Speaker 2: more fierce than they.
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  Speaker 3: Till.
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  Speaker 2: Like muffled thunders breaking on a vast and distant shore,
• 1:10:57
  Speaker 2: fainter grew the yells of tigers and the lions dreadful roar,
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  Speaker 2: and the crimson stained arena lay the victims of the fight,
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  Speaker 2: eyes which once had glared with anguish, lost in death
• 1:11:13
  Speaker 2: their baleful light. Then up rose the gladiators, armed for conflict,
• 1:11:20
  Speaker 2: unto death, waiting for the prefect's signal, Cold and stern,
• 1:11:26
  Speaker 2: with bated breath, ave Caesar, mortuary, tay selloutante rose the
• 1:11:33
  Speaker 2: cry and the lips of men ill fated, doomed to
• 1:11:38
  Speaker 2: suffer and to die. Then began the dreadful contest. Lives
• 1:11:44
  Speaker 2: like chaff were thrown away. Rome, with all her pride
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  Speaker 2: and power, butcher'd for a holiday. Eagerly the crowd were
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  Speaker 2: waiting loud, the clashing sabers rang. When between the gladiators,
• 1:12:02
  Speaker 2: all unarmed, a hermit sprang. Cease your bloodshed, cried the hermit.
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  Speaker 2: On this carnage placed your band, But with flashing swords,
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  Speaker 2: they answered, back, unto your place, old man. From their path.
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  Speaker 2: The gladiators thrust the strange intruder back, who between their hosts,
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  Speaker 2: advancing calmly harried their attack. All undaunted by their weapons,
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  Speaker 2: stood the old heroic man, while a maddened cry of
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  Speaker 2: anger through the vast assembly ran down with him, cried
• 1:12:43
  Speaker 2: out the people, as with thumbs unbent, they glared till
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  Speaker 2: the Prefect gave the signal that his life should not
• 1:12:52
  Speaker 2: be spared. Men grew wild with wrathful passion. When his
• 1:12:58
  Speaker 2: fearless words were said cruelly, they fiercely showered stones on
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  Speaker 2: his devoted head. Bruised and bleeding, felled the hermit victor
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  Speaker 2: in that hour of strife, gaining in his death a
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  Speaker 2: triumph that he could not win in life. Had he
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  Speaker 2: uttered on the forum, struggling thoughts within him born, Men
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  Speaker 2: had jeered his words as madness, but as deed they
• 1:13:29
  Speaker 2: could not scorn. Not in vain had been his courage,
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  Speaker 2: nor for naught his daring deed. From his grave his
• 1:13:39
  Speaker 2: mangled body did for wretched captives plead. From that hour, Rome,
• 1:13:46
  Speaker 2: grown more thoughtful, seized her sport in human gore, and
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  Speaker 2: into her colosseum gladiators came no more and a poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Songs for the People by Francis Allen Watkins Harper read
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  Speaker 8: for LibriVox dot work, Buy Nimo songs for the people.
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  Speaker 8: Let me make the songs for the people. Songs for
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  Speaker 8: the old and young, songs to stir like a battle
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  Speaker 8: cry wherever they are sung, not for the clashing of sabers,
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  Speaker 8: for carnage, nor for strife, but songs to thrill the
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  Speaker 8: hearts of men with more abundant life. Let me make
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  Speaker 8: the songs for the weary amid life's fever and fret,
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  Speaker 8: till hearts shall relax their tension and care warn brows forget.
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  Speaker 8: Let me sing for little children before their footsteps strive
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  Speaker 8: sweet anthems of love and duty to float or life's highway.
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  Speaker 8: I would sing for the poor and aged, when shadows
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  Speaker 8: dim their sight of the bright and RESTful mansions, where
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  Speaker 8: there shall be no night. Our world, so worn and weary,
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  Speaker 8: needs music pure and strong to hush the jangle and
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  Speaker 8: discords of sorrow, pain and wrong. Music to soothe all
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  Speaker 8: ats sorrow till worn crime shall cease, and the hearts
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  Speaker 8: of men grown tender girdle the world with peace. End
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  Speaker 8: a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Let the Light Enter by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper read
• 1:15:58
  Speaker 7: for LibriVox dot by Sarah Brown, The dying words of
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  Speaker 7: gerta light more light. The shadows deepen, and my life
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  Speaker 7: is ebbing low. Throw the windows widely open, light more
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  Speaker 7: light before I go softly let the balmy sunshine play
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  Speaker 7: around my dying bed ere the dimly lighted valley, I
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  Speaker 7: with lonely feet must tread light more light, for death
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  Speaker 7: is weaving shadows round my waning sight. And I fain
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  Speaker 7: would gaze upon him through a stream of earthly light,
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  Speaker 7: not for greater gifts of genius, not for thoughts more
• 1:16:45
  Speaker 7: grandly bright. All the dying poet whispers is a prayer
• 1:16:50
  Speaker 7: for light. More light heeds, he not the gathered laurels
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  Speaker 7: fading slowly from his sight. All the poet's aspirations center
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  Speaker 7: in that prayer for light. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 7: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: An Appeal to My Countrywomen by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper,
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  Speaker 5: read for LibriVox dot Org by phone. You can sigh
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  Speaker 5: o'er the sad eyed Armenian who weeps in her desolate home.
• 1:17:30
  Speaker 5: You can mourn o'er the exile of Russia from kindred
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  Speaker 5: and friends doomed to Rome. You can pity the men
• 1:17:38
  Speaker 5: who have woven from fashion and appetite, chains coil with
• 1:17:43
  Speaker 5: a terrible tension around their heartstrings and brains. You can
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  Speaker 5: sorrow oer little children disinherited from their birth the wee
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  Speaker 5: wifes and toddlers, neglected, robbed of sunshine, music and mirth.
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  Speaker 5: For beasts, you have gentle compassion, Your mercy and pity
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  Speaker 5: they share. For the wretched, outcasts and fallen, you have tenderness,
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  Speaker 5: love and care. But hark from our southland are floating
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  Speaker 5: sobs of anguish, murmurs of pain, and women heart stricken
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  Speaker 5: are weeping over their tortured and their slain. On their brows.
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  Speaker 5: The sun has left traces. Shrink not from their sorrow
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  Speaker 5: and scorn. When they enter the threshold of being the
• 1:18:38
  Speaker 5: children of a king were born, Each comes as a
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  Speaker 5: guest to the table the hand of our Goddess outspread
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  Speaker 5: to fountains that ever leap upward to share in the
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  Speaker 5: soil we all tread. When you plead for the wrecked
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  Speaker 5: and fallen, the exile from far distant shores, remember that
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  Speaker 5: men are still wasting life's crimson around your own doors.
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  Speaker 5: Have ye not, o, my favorite sisters, just a plea,
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  Speaker 5: a prayer, or a tear for mothers who dwell neath
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  Speaker 5: the shadows of agony, hatred, and fear. Men may treat
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  Speaker 5: down the poor and lowly, may crush them in anger
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  Speaker 5: and hate. But surely the mills of God's justice will
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  Speaker 5: grind out the greast of their fate. O people, sin
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  Speaker 5: laden and guilty, so lusty and proud in your prime,
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  Speaker 5: the sharp sickles of God's attribution will gather your harvest
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  Speaker 5: of crime. Weep not, O, my well sheltered sisters. Weep
• 1:19:50
  Speaker 5: not for the negro alone, but weep for your sons,
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  Speaker 5: who must gather the crops which their fathers have sown
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  Speaker 5: on the tombstones of nations, of chieftains, who masterful trod
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  Speaker 5: the sentence which time has engrieven, that they have forgotten
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  Speaker 5: their God. Tis the judgment of God that men reap
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  Speaker 5: the terrors which in maddeness they sow. Sorrow follows the
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  Speaker 5: footsteps of crime and sin is the concert of woe.
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  Speaker 5: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain,
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  Speaker 5: Then and now by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper read for
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  Speaker 5: lipovox dot Org by phone. Build me a nation, said
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  Speaker 5: the Lord. The distant nations heard the word, build me
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  Speaker 5: a nation, true and strong. Bar out the old world's
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  Speaker 5: hate and wrong. For men had traced with blood and tears,
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  Speaker 5: the trail, weary, wasting years, and torn and bleeding martyrs
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  Speaker 5: trod through fire and torture up to God. While in
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  Speaker 5: the hollow of his hand God hit the secret of
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  Speaker 5: her land. Men wared against their fiercest foes, and kingdoms fell,
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  Speaker 5: and empires rose till weary. If the old world strive,
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  Speaker 5: men sought for broader, freer life and plunged into the
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  Speaker 5: ocean's foam to find another better home. And like a vision,
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  Speaker 5: fair and bright, the new world broke upon their sight.
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  Speaker 5: Mengrasped the prize, grew proud and strong, and cursed the
• 1:21:45
  Speaker 5: land with crime and wrong. The Indians that despoiled of lands,
• 1:21:51
  Speaker 5: the Negro bound with servile bands, oppressed through weary years
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  Speaker 5: of toil. His blood and tears bedewed the soil. Then
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  Speaker 5: God arose in dreadful wrath, and judgments streamed around his
• 1:22:08
  Speaker 5: path his hand the captain feathers broke, his lightning shattered
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  Speaker 5: every yoke. As Israel through the Red Sea trod led
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  Speaker 5: by the mighty hand of God, they passed through freedom
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  Speaker 5: through a flood whose every wave and search his blood,
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  Speaker 5: and slavery with its crime and shame. When down in
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  Speaker 5: wrath and blood and flame, the land was billowed o'er
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  Speaker 5: with graves where men had lived and died as slaves
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  Speaker 5: four and thirty years? What change since?
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  Speaker 1: Then?
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  Speaker 5: Being one's chattels, now are men over the gloom of
• 1:22:51
  Speaker 5: slavery's night has flashed to dawn of freedom's light. To day,
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  Speaker 5: no mother would anguish wild kneels and implores that her
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  Speaker 5: darling child shall not be torn from her bleeding heart.
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  Speaker 5: With its quivering tendrils rent apart. The father may soothe
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  Speaker 5: his child to sleep, and watch his slumbers calm and deep.
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  Speaker 5: No tyrant's tread will disturb his rest. Where freedom dwells
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  Speaker 5: as a welcome guest. His walls may be bare of
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  Speaker 5: pictured grace, his fireside the lowliest place, But the wife
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  Speaker 5: and children sheltered there are his to defend and guard
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  Speaker 5: with care. Where haughty tyrants once bore rule or ballot
• 1:23:38
  Speaker 5: box in public school, the old slave pen of former
• 1:23:43
  Speaker 5: days gives place to fins of prayer and praise. To night,
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  Speaker 5: we would bring our mead of praise to noble friends
• 1:23:52
  Speaker 5: of darker days, the men and women crowned with light
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  Speaker 5: the true and tried in her gloomyness night, to lundy
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  Speaker 5: whose heart was early stirred to speak for freedom and
• 1:24:06
  Speaker 5: earnest word to Garrison, valiant, true and strong, whose face
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  Speaker 5: was as flint against our wrong. And Philips, the peerless,
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  Speaker 5: grand and brave, a tower of strength to the outcast
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  Speaker 5: slave Earth has no marble, too pure and white to
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  Speaker 5: unroll his name in golden light. Our Douglas, too, with
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  Speaker 5: his massive brain, who pled our case with his broken chain,
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  Speaker 5: and helped to hurl from his bloody seat the curse
• 1:24:39
  Speaker 5: that writhed and dight at his feet. And Governor Andrew,
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  Speaker 5: who looking back, saw none he despised, though poor and black.
• 1:24:50
  Speaker 5: And Harriet Beecher, whose glowing pen corroded the chains of
• 1:24:54
  Speaker 5: fettered men. To night with greenest laurels will crown north
• 1:25:00
  Speaker 5: Elba's grave, where sleeps John Brown, who made the gallows
• 1:25:04
  Speaker 5: an altar high and showed how a brave old man
• 1:25:08
  Speaker 5: could die. And Lincoln, our martyred President, who returned to
• 1:25:14
  Speaker 5: his God with change he had rent and summoner amid
• 1:25:18
  Speaker 5: death's icy chill, leaving to hore his civil rights bill.
• 1:25:24
  Speaker 5: And let us remember old underground with all her passengers,
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  Speaker 5: nor hook bound the train that ran till it ceased
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  Speaker 5: to pay, with all her dividends given away. Nor let
• 1:25:37
  Speaker 5: us be said that we have forgot the women who
• 1:25:40
  Speaker 5: stood with Lucretia Mott nor Heard, who to the world
• 1:25:44
  Speaker 5: was known by the simple name of Lucy Stone. A
• 1:25:50
  Speaker 5: tribute unto a host of others who knew that men
• 1:25:53
  Speaker 5: though black, for brothers who battled against our nation's sin,
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  Speaker 5: whose graves are thick, whose ranks are thin, O people
• 1:26:03
  Speaker 5: chastened in the fire, to nobler, grander things aspire. In
• 1:26:08
  Speaker 5: the new era of your life. Bring love for hate
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  Speaker 5: and peace for strife upon your hearts. This vou record
• 1:26:18
  Speaker 5: that ye will build into the Lord a nobler future,
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  Speaker 5: true and grand, to strengthen crown and bless the land.
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  Speaker 5: A higher freedom ye may gain than that which comes
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  Speaker 5: from a riven chain. Freedom your native land to bless
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  Speaker 5: with peace and love and righteousness. As dreams that are pasted,
• 1:26:40
  Speaker 5: the tale all told are the days when men were
• 1:26:43
  Speaker 5: bought and solved. Now God be praised from sea to sea.
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  Speaker 5: Our flag floats over a country free. End of poem.
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  Speaker 5: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Maseill by Francis Ellen Watkin's Harper read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Larry Wilson. In a New Era of your life,
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  Speaker 1: bring love for hate and peace for strife upon your hearts.
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  Speaker 1: This vow record that ye will build unto the Lord
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  Speaker 1: a nobler future, true and grand, to strengthen crown and
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  Speaker 1: bless the land. A higher freedom ye may gain than
• 1:27:31
  Speaker 1: that which comes from a riven chain, freedom your native
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  Speaker 1: land to bless with peace and love and righteousness. As
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  Speaker 1: dreams that are past, a tale all told are the
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  Speaker 1: days when men were bought and sold. Now God be
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  Speaker 1: praised from sea to sea. Our flag floats o'er a
• 1:27:51
  Speaker 1: country free, masel dead. A thrill of sorrow through our hearts,
• 1:27:57
  Speaker 1: and sadness ran when we felt, in one sad hour
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  Speaker 1: that the world had lost a man. He had clasped
• 1:28:05
  Speaker 1: unto his bosom. The sad fortunes of his land held
• 1:28:09
  Speaker 1: the cause for which he perished with a firm, unfaltering
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  Speaker 1: hand on his lips. The name of freedom fainted with
• 1:28:16
  Speaker 1: his latest breath. Kuba Libre was his watchword, passing through
• 1:28:20
  Speaker 1: the gates of death. With the light of God around us.
• 1:28:24
  Speaker 1: Why this agony and strife, with the Cross of Christ
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  Speaker 1: before us, Why this fearful waste of life must the
• 1:28:32
  Speaker 1: pathway into freedom ever mark a crimson line and the
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  Speaker 1: eyes of wayward mortals always close to light. Divine must
• 1:28:40
  Speaker 1: the hearts of fearless valor fell mid crime and cruel wrong,
• 1:28:44
  Speaker 1: when the world has read of heroes brave in, earnest,
• 1:28:47
  Speaker 1: true and strong men to stay the floods of sorrow
• 1:28:51
  Speaker 1: sweeping round each war crushed heart, men to say, to
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  Speaker 1: strife and carnage from our world. Henceforth depart, God of
• 1:29:00
  Speaker 1: Peace and God of nations. Haste, oh, haste the glorious
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  Speaker 1: day when the reign of our redeemer or the world
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  Speaker 1: shall have its sway, when the swords, now blood encrusted
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  Speaker 1: spears that reap the battlefield shall be changed to higher surface,
• 1:29:17
  Speaker 1: helping each rich harvest yield. Where the widow weeps in
• 1:29:22
  Speaker 1: anguish and the orphan bows his head. Grant that peace
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  Speaker 1: and joy and gladness. Make the Holy angels tread pity, O,
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  Speaker 1: our God of sorrow of thy world from thee astray,
• 1:29:36
  Speaker 1: lead us from the paths of madness unto Christ the
• 1:29:39
  Speaker 1: living way. Year by year, the world grows weary neath
• 1:29:44
  Speaker 1: its weight of sin and strife, though the hands, once
• 1:29:47
  Speaker 1: pierced and bleeding, offer more abundant life. May the choral
• 1:29:52
  Speaker 1: song of angels heard upon Judea's plain sound throughout the earth,
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  Speaker 1: the tidings of that old and sweet refrain in the poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Fishers of Men by Frances Ellen Watkins's Harper read for
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  Speaker 5: libevox dot Org by Phone. I had a dream, a
• 1:30:22
  Speaker 5: very dream before my ravished sight. The city of my
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  Speaker 5: Lord arose with all its love and light. The music
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  Speaker 5: of a myriad harps flowed out with sweet accord, and
• 1:30:35
  Speaker 5: saints were casting down their crowns in homage to our Lord.
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  Speaker 5: My heart leaped up with untold joy. Life's soil and
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  Speaker 5: pain were o'er. My weary feet at last had found
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  Speaker 5: the bright and breastful shore. Just as I reached the
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  Speaker 5: gates of light, ready to enter in from earth, arose
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  Speaker 5: a fearful cry of sorrow and of sin. I turned
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  Speaker 5: and saw behind me surge, a wild and stormy sea,
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  Speaker 5: and drowning men for reaching out imploring hands to me,
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  Speaker 5: And every lip was blanched with dread and moaning for relief.
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  Speaker 5: The music of the golden harps grew fainter for their grief.
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  Speaker 5: Let me return, I quickly said, close to the pearly gate.
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  Speaker 5: My work is with these wretched ones, so wrecked and desolate.
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  Speaker 5: An angel smiled and gently said, this is the gate
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  Speaker 5: of life. Wilt thou return to Earth's and scenes its
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  Speaker 5: weariness and strife, to comfort hearts that sigh and break
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  Speaker 5: to dry the falling tear. Wilt thou forego the music
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  Speaker 5: sweet entrancing, now thy ear, I must return, I firmly said.
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  Speaker 5: The strugglers in that sea shall not reach out beseeching
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  Speaker 5: hands in vain for help to me. I turned to go,
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  Speaker 5: But as I turned, the gloomy sea grew bright, and
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  Speaker 5: from my heart there seemed to flow ten thousand chords
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  Speaker 5: of light and sin. Wrecked men with eager hands did
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  Speaker 5: grasp each golden cord, and with my heart I drew
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  Speaker 5: them on. To see my gracious Lord again, I stood
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  Speaker 5: beside the gate. My heart was glad and free, for
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  Speaker 5: with me stood a rescued throng the Lord had given me.
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  Speaker 5: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Lost Bells by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper read Forlipopots
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  Speaker 5: dot Org by phone. Year after year, the artist wrought
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  Speaker 5: with erne loving care, the music flooding all his soul
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  Speaker 5: to pour upon the air for this, no metal was
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  Speaker 5: too rare. He counted not to cost, nor deemed to
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  Speaker 5: years in which he toiled as labor vainly lost. When
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  Speaker 5: morning flushed with crimson light the golden gates of day,
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  Speaker 5: he longed to fill the air with chimes sweet as
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  Speaker 5: the matins lay. And when the sun was sinking low
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  Speaker 5: within the distant west, he gladly heard the belsi rot
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  Speaker 5: herald the hour of rest. The music of a thousand
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  Speaker 5: harps could never be so dear as when those solemn
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  Speaker 5: chants and thrills fell on his listening air. He poured
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  Speaker 5: his soul into their chimes, and felt his toil repaid.
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  Speaker 5: He called them children of his soul. His home and
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  Speaker 5: near them made. But evil days came on apace. War
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  Speaker 5: spread his banner wide, and from his village snatched away
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  Speaker 5: the artist's love and pride. A dewy morn and stilly eve.
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  Speaker 5: The chimes no more he heard, with dull and restless agony.
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  Speaker 5: His spirit's deaths were stirred. A weary longing filled his soul.
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  Speaker 5: It bound him like a spell. He left his home
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  Speaker 5: to seek the chimes, the chimes he loved so well,
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  Speaker 5: where lofty fains in grandeur rose upon his hair. There
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  Speaker 5: fell no music like the long lost chimes of his
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  Speaker 5: beloved bell. And thus he wondered year by year, touched
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  Speaker 5: by the hand of time, seeking to hear with anxious
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  Speaker 5: heart each well remembered chime. And to that worn and
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  Speaker 5: weary heart there came a glad sorcceas he heard again
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  Speaker 5: the dear old chimes, and smiled and uttered peace the chimes,
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  Speaker 5: the chimes, The old man cried, I hear their tones.
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  Speaker 5: At last a sudden rapture filled his heart, and all
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  Speaker 5: his scars are passed. Yes, peace had come, with death's
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  Speaker 5: sweet calm. His journeying was o'er. The weary, restless wanderer
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  Speaker 5: had reached the RESTful shore. It may be that he
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  Speaker 5: met again and folded in the air the dear old
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  Speaker 5: chimes beside the gates, where all is bright and fair.
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  Speaker 5: That he who crossed and bowed his head when Angelus
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  Speaker 5: was sung in clearer light touched golden harps by angel
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  Speaker 5: fingers strung and the poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 5: public domain.
• 1:35:55
  Speaker 8: Do not cheer men are dying, said Captain Phillips. And
• 1:35:59
  Speaker 8: the Spanish American War by Francis Ellen Watkins, Harper read
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  Speaker 8: for LibriVox, Dotter work, buy Nemo. Do not cheer. Men
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  Speaker 8: are dying, said Captain Phillips in the Spanish American War.
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  Speaker 8: Do not cheer for men are dying from their distant
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  Speaker 8: homes and pain, and the restless sea is darkened by
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  Speaker 8: a flood of crimson rain. Do not cheer for anxious
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  Speaker 8: mothers wait and watch and lonely dread, vainly waiting for
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  Speaker 8: the footsteps never more their paths to tread. Do not
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  Speaker 8: cheer while little children gather round the widowed wife, wondering
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  Speaker 8: why and unknown people sought their own dear father's life.
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  Speaker 8: Do not cheer for aged fathers bend above their staves
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  Speaker 8: and weep while the ocean sings the requiem where their
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  Speaker 8: fallen children sleep. Do not cheer for lips or paling
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  Speaker 8: on which lay the mother's kiss mid the dreadful roar
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  Speaker 8: of battle, how that mother's hand they miss. Do not
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  Speaker 8: cheer wants joyous maidens who the mazy dance did tread,
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  Speaker 8: bow their heads in bitter anguish mourning o'er their cherished dead.
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  Speaker 8: Do not cheer while maid and matron in this strife
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  Speaker 8: must bear a part. While the blow that strikes a
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  Speaker 8: soldier reaches to some woman's heart. Do not cheer till arbitration,
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  Speaker 8: or the nations hold its sway, and the century now
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  Speaker 8: closing ushers in a brighter day. Do not cheer until
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  Speaker 8: the nation shall more wise and thoughtful grow than to
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  Speaker 8: staunch a stream of sorrow, buying an avalanche of woe.
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  Speaker 8: Do not cheer until each nation she's the sword and
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  Speaker 8: blunts the spear, and we sing aloud for gladness low.
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  Speaker 8: The reign of Christ is here, and the banners of
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  Speaker 8: destruction from the battlefield are furled, and the peace of
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  Speaker 8: God descending rest upon a restless world. And the poem
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  Speaker 8: this recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Burdens of All by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper, read
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  Speaker 5: for LibriVox dot Org by phone. We may sigh o'er
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  Speaker 5: the heavy burdens of the black, the brown, and white,
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  Speaker 5: But if we all clasped hands together, the burdens would
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  Speaker 5: be more light. How to solve life's saddest problems, its weariness, want,
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  Speaker 5: and woe was answered by one who suffered in Palestine
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  Speaker 5: long ago. He gave her heart this precept to ease
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  Speaker 5: the burdens of men as ye would that others do
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  Speaker 5: to you, do ye even so to them lives heavy
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  Speaker 5: where is some burdens will change to a gracious trust
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  Speaker 5: when men shall learn in the light of God to
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  Speaker 5: be merciful and just. Where war has sharpened his weapons
• 1:39:24
  Speaker 5: and slavery masterful had let white and black and brown
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  Speaker 5: unite to build the Kingdom of God, and never attempt
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  Speaker 5: in madness to build a kingdom or state through greed
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  Speaker 5: of gold or lust of power. On the crumbling stones
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  Speaker 5: of hate. The burdens will always be heavy. The sunshine
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  Speaker 5: fade into night till mercy and justice shall cement the black,
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  Speaker 5: the brown, and the white, and earth shall answer with gladness.
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  Speaker 5: The herald angels refrain when peace on earth, goodwill to
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  Speaker 5: men was the burden of their strain. End of poem.
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  Speaker 5: This recording is in the public domain. End of Poems
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  Speaker 5: by frances E. W.
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  Speaker 3: Harper.