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قراءة كتاب Our Little Brown House, A Poem of West Point Written for the New Year's Festival at the Cadets' Sabbath-school of the Methodist Episcopal Church, January 1, 1879
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اللغة: English
Our Little Brown House, A Poem of West Point Written for the New Year's Festival at the Cadets' Sabbath-school of the Methodist Episcopal Church, January 1, 1879
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olive-branch of peace in its mouth,
Thus they've gone forth their garlands to weave,
When they get through they'll return with the sheaves.
Some on the Lone Star, quite at their ease,
Eating their rations, doing just as they please,
Basking in sunshine among the sweet flowers,
Whiling away the long, tedious hours.
Eating their rations, doing just as they please,
Basking in sunshine among the sweet flowers,
Whiling away the long, tedious hours.
KOSCIUSZKO GARDEN.
From the St. Lawrence River to the Rio Grande,
From Puget's Sound to Maine's cold sand,
O'er the hilltops, through the valleys, never to lag,
Not a spot on this land but they've planted the flag.
From Puget's Sound to Maine's cold sand,
O'er the hilltops, through the valleys, never to lag,
Not a spot on this land but they've planted the flag.
The old village people—where are they,
That in the chapel met to pray?
The stalwart man and maiden mild,
The matron and the little child,
That in the chapel met to pray?
The stalwart man and maiden mild,
The matron and the little child,
The son and sire side by side,
As to the village church they hied—
Some are gone and sweetly rest,
With their white hands folded on their breast.
As to the village church they hied—
Some are gone and sweetly rest,
With their white hands folded on their breast.
Under the violet and the rose,
The autumn leaves and winter snows,
On the banks of the Hudson there to sleep,
While the moon and stars their vigils keep.
The autumn leaves and winter snows,
On the banks of the Hudson there to sleep,
While the moon and stars their vigils keep.
The man of God, with modest mien,
With faltering steps and looks serene,
As to the sacred desk they knelt
And poured forth what their spirits felt,
With faltering steps and looks serene,
As to the sacred desk they knelt
And poured forth what their spirits felt,
Their hearts went up with pure desire,
While on the altar burned the fire;
A few still linger on the shore.
Veterans of a holy war.
While on the altar burned the fire;
A few still linger on the shore.
Veterans of a holy war.
May this little brown house, of good constitution,
Built on the classic grounds of the old Revolution,
The Stars and the Stripes, the blue and cadet grey,
Be the last things to perish when time's passed away.
Built on the classic grounds of the old Revolution,
The Stars and the Stripes, the blue and cadet grey,
Be the last things to perish when time's passed away.
SUPPLEMENT.
Lines addressed to the Fourth Class of '78-'79.
To the young gentlemen that are here with us now—
To you and the rest I make my best bow.
Now listen, young men; take heed what I say;
Your time is coming, it's not far away.
To you and the rest I make my best bow.
Now listen, young men; take heed what I say;
Your time is coming, it's not far away.
Be true to your trust and your old Alma Mater;
Lean firm on that arm, you'll need nothing better:
And to the young gentlemen of the Tenth Section,
Flee to the Fourth—in it there's protection.
Lean firm on that arm, you'll need nothing better:
And to the young gentlemen of the Tenth Section,
Flee to the Fourth—in it there's protection.