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# Men of the High North

Collected in Ballads of a Cheechako

### Men of the High North

Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing;  Islands of opal float on silver seas; Swift splendors kindle, barbaric, amazing;  Pale ports of amber, golden argosies. Ringed all around us the proud peaks are glowing;  Fierce chiefs in council, their wigwam the sky; Far, far below us the big Yukon flowing,  Like threaded quicksilver, gleams to the eye.
Men of the High North, you who have known it;  You in whose hearts its splendors have abode; Can you renounce it, can you disown it?  Can you forget it, its glory and its goad? Where is the hardship, where is the pain of it?  Lost in the limbo of things you’ve forgot; Only remain the guerdon and gain of it;  Zest of the foray, and God, how you fought!
You who have made good, you foreign faring;  You money magic to far lands has whirled; Can you forget those days of vast daring,  There with your soul on the Top o’ the World? Nights when no peril could keep you awake on  Spruce boughs you spread for your couch in the snow; Taste all your feasts like the beans and the bacon  Fried at the camp-fire at forty below?
Can you remember your huskies all going,  Barking with joy and their brushes in air; You in your parka, glad-eyed and glowing,  Monarch, your subjects the wolf and the bear? Monarch, your kingdom unravisht and gleaming;  Mountains your throne, and a river your car; Crash of a bull moose to rouse you from dreaming;  Forest your couch, and your candle a star.
You who this faint day the High North is luring  Unto her vastness, taintlessly sweet; You who are steel-braced, straight-lipped, enduring,  Dreadless in danger and dire in defeat: Honor the High North ever and ever,  Whether she crown you, or whether she slay; Suffer her fury, cherish and love her —  He who would rule he must learn to obey.
Men of the High North, fierce mountains love you;  Proud rivers leap when you ride on their breast. See, the austere sky, pensive above you,  Dons all her jewels to smile on your rest. Children of Freedom, scornful of frontiers,  We who are weaklings honor your worth. Lords of the wilderness, Princes of Pioneers,  Let’s have a rouse that will ring round the earth.
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# Men of the Time, eleventh edition/Aarifi Pasha

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​AARIFI PASHA (his Excellency), was born at Constantinople in 1830, being the son of Shekib Pasha, a distinguished diplomatist. At the age of fifteen he was employed as a supernumerary in the offices of the Divan, and in 1847 he accompanied his father on a mission to Rome. Subsequently he went with his father to the Embassy at Vienna, where he resided for two years. On his return to Constantinople he applied himself assiduously to the study of languages; and he was employed in various capacities in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Some years later he accompanied Aali-Pasha to Vienna as First Secretary, and a year afterwards he went to discharge the same duty at Paris. His knowledge of the French language led to his appointment as First Translator at Paris to the Sublime Porte, and afterwards as First Interpreter to the Divan. The latter office he held till 1872. Subsequently to that date he occupied several important posts in Turkey, being successively Under-Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs and Surveyor of Ordnance, President of the Executive Chamber of Justice, and President of the Civil Chamber of the Court of Cassation. He next resumed his diplomatic career as Ambassador at Vienna; and in 1873 he returned to the office of First Interpreter to the Divan, and held it for about a twelvemonth. In 1874 Aarifi Pasha was nominated Minister of Public Instruction; three months later. Minister of Justice, and then, again, Ambassador at Vienna. On the establishment of the new Ottoman Constitution he was appointed President of the Senate, and soon afterwards received the portfolio of Foreign Affairs. He was accredited Ambassador of the Sublime Porte at Paris Nov. 5, 1877, in succession to Khalil Sheriff Pasha. On July 28, 1879, the Sultan issued a decree abolishing the post of Grand Vizier and appointing Aarifi Pasha Prime Minister, with Safvet Pasha as Minister of Foreign Affairs. The new ministry, however, had but a very brief tenure of office.
# Message of President George Washington transmitting the vote of the legislature of New Hampshire on the Bill of Rights

United States, February 15th, 1790.
Gentlemen of the Senate and House of Representatives.
I have directed my Secretary to lay before you the copy of a vote of the Legislature of the State of New Hampshire to accept the Articles proposed in addition to, and amendment of the Constitution of the United States of America, except the second article—At the same time, will be delivered to you, the copy of a letter from His Excellency the President of the State of New Hampshire to the President of the United States.
The originals of the above mentioned vote and letter will be lodged in the Office of the Secretary of State.
Copy
Durham in New Hampshire
January 29th 1790.
Sir,
I have the honor enclose you for the information of Congress a vote of the Assembly of this State to accept, all the Articles of Amendments to the Constitution of the United States except the Second, which was rejected.
I have the honor to be, with the most profound respect,
Sir,
Your Most Obedient, and very Humble Servant (Signed) Jn$^o$. Sullivan
I certify the foregoing to be a true copy of the letter to the President of the United States from his excellency Jn$^o$. Sullivan—
Secretary of the President of the United States
(Copy)
State of New Hampshire $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ In the House of Representatives. January 25th, 1790.
Upon reading and maturely considering the proposed Amendments to the Federal Constitution
Voted to accept the whole of said amendments except the second Article which was rejected. Sent up for concurrence.
signed) Tho. Bartlett, Speaker
In Senate the same day read and concurred
signed) J. Pearson Sec$^y$
A true copy.
Attests Joseph Pearson Sec$^y$
I certify the above to be a true copy of the copy transmitted to the President of the United States
Secretary to the President of the United States
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# Message of President Theodore Roosevelt nominating William H. Taft of Ohio to be Secretary of War

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White House, 4th January 1904.
To the Senate of the United States.
I nominate William H. Taft, of Ohio, to be Secretary of War, to take effect February 1, 1904, vice Elihu Root, resigned.
Theodore Roosevelt
# Message of President Martin Van Buren nominating Joel R. Poinsett to be Secretary of War

To the Senate of the United States.
Conf—I nominate Joel R. Poinsett, of the state of South Carolina, to be Secretary of War of the United States, the said office being now held by Benjamin F. Butler whose appointment will expire, by the terms thereof, so soon as a person duly appointed shall have accepted & entered on the duty thereof of said office.
M. Van Buren
Washington March 7. 1837.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Message to Cyrus Vance about CIA Agents

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Written by CIA Charge d'Affaires L. Bruce Laingen to the Secretary of State Cyrus Vance, discussing the arrangements for cover stories for two agents.
SECRET TEHRAN 8933
DE RUQMHR #8933 221 ** ZNY SSSSS ZZH R 091037Z AUG 79 FM AMEMBASSY TEHRAN TO SECSATE WASHDC 31?? BT S E C R E T TEHRAN #8933
CLASS: SECRET CH?GE: STATE 8/9 APPRV: CHG:LBLAINGEN DRFTD: CHG:LBLAINGEN/BJH CLEAR: NONE DISTR: CHG
ROGER CHANNEL
L.?. ??? RDS 2 8/9/?9 (LAINGEN, L.B.) OR-M TAGS: PINR SUBJ: SRF ASSIGNMENTS
REF: STATE 202349 AND 202350
1. S - ENTIRE TEXT
2. I concur in assignments Malcolm Kalp and William Daugherty as described Reftels.
3. With opportunity available to us in the sense that we are starting from a clean slate in SRF coverage at this mission, but with regard also for the great sensitivity locally to any hint of CIA activity, it is of the highest importance that cover be the best we can come up with. Hence there is no question as to the need for second and third secretary titles for these two officers. We must have it.
4. I believe cover arrangements in terms of assignments within embassy are appropriate to present overall staffing pattern. We should however hold to the present total of four SRF officer assignments for the foreseeable future, keeping supporting staff as sparse as possible as well, until we see how things go here.
5. We are making effort to limit knowledge within emb of all SRF assignments; that effort applies particularly to Daugherty, pursuant to new program of which he is a product and about which I have been informed.
6. I suppose I need not mind the Department that the old and apparently insoluble problem of R designation for SRF officers will inevitably complicate and to some degree weaken our cover efforts locally, no matter how much we work at it. LAINGEN
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NNNN SECRET TEHRAN 8933
# Message to Scientology

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"Message to Scientology". Originally uploaded to YouTube by user account "Church0fScientology" on January 21, 2008.
Hello, leaders of Scientology. We are Anonymous.
Over the years, we have been watching you. Your campaigns of misinformation; your suppression of dissent; your litigious nature, all of these things have caught our eye. With the leakage of your latest propaganda video into mainstream circulation, the extent of your malign influence over those who have come to trust you as leaders has been made clear to us. Anonymous has therefore decided that your organization should be destroyed. For the good of your followers; for the good of mankind; and for our own enjoyment, we shall proceed to expel you from the Internet and systematically dismantle the Church of Scientology in its present form.
We recognize you as serious opponents, and do not expect our campaign to be completed in a short time frame. However, you will not prevail forever against the angry masses of the body politic. Your choice of methods, your hypocrisy, and the general artlessness of your organization have sounded its death knell. You have nowhere to hide because we are everywhere.
You will find no recourse in attack because for each of us that falls, ten more will take his place. We are cognizant of the many who may decry our methods as parallel to those of the Church of Scientology. Those who espouse the obvious truth that your organization will use the actions of Anonymous as an example of the persecution of which you have for so long warned your followers. This is acceptable to Anonymous; in fact, it is encouraged.
We are your SPs. Over time, as we begin to merge our pulse with that of your church, the suppression of your followers will become increasingly difficult to maintain. Believers will become aware that salvation needn't come at the expense of their livelihood. They will become aware that the stress and the frustration that they feel is not due to us, but a source much closer to them.
Yes, we are SPs but the sum of suppression we could ever muster is eclipsed by that of your own RTC.
Knowledge is free.
We are Anonymous.
We are Legion.
We do not forgive.
We do not forget.
Expect us.
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# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Flourine

FLOURINE
Little Flourine, with golden hair, And rose-red cheeks and features fair, You shall be the New Year’s Queen, Little Flourine!
Pretty Flourine, with the bright-blue eyes, Whose tints are caught from the azure skies; Airy, fairy, with heavenly mien, Pretty Flourine!
Dainty Flourine, with your dazzling grace, And the beautiful wonders of your face; May you have nothing but roses to glean, Dainty Flourine!
Darling Flourine, may Time bring to you Days full of music and skies full of blue— Bliss that the saints and the angels have seen, Darling Flourine!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Elsie Gay

ELSIE GAY
You gave me a geranium leaf— A little thing but full of meaning; When inclinations half belief, The token made it worth the gleaning. Last night your hand was clasped in mine, ’Twas but the pressure of a minute, And yet, by some mysterious sign, A red rose blushed to birth within it!
Oh! rather pluck for me, fair child A branch of cypress or of willow; My days are bleak, my thoughts are wild, I am but sea-weed on the billow. For me nor love, nor home, nor wife Can ever be a curse or blessing— The envious riddle of my life Would puzzle half your days in guessing.
A week—a month—perchance a year, You might remember how you met me, And then, with neither smile nor tear, ’Twill be so easy to forget me. With you the world is frolic May, With me, ’tis many a month of weeping— And you’ll be dancing, Elsie Gay When I am in the valley sleeping.
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Cuthbert In Heaven

Dedicated to Mrs. Albert Baldwin
CUTHBERT IN HEAVEN
Beautiful mother Of a beautiful boy, Life is Death’s brother. Weep not for him Who from the world dim Rose to the realm of perpetual joy.
Thank God for giving, Thank Him for taking. To the Land of the Living Cuthbert has flown, By the White Throne, Where the earth-sleepers in Heaven are waking.
No mortal bliss Can match his above— You’ve an angel to kiss, When you aspire To the home of desire, Filled with an infinite Mercy and Love.
Always to you He will be glorious, “Tender and true.” Out of great sorrow Comes a bright morrow, When your strong soul will meet him victorious.
He went before To lead you aright— To endure and adore: Free from all stain, You shall meet him again, Crowned and caressed in kingdoms of light.
Better by far To know he is blest, Like a radiant star, Than bruised by the blow Of the world in its woe— Better God’s wonderful, mystical rest.
Happy is he, Made a present to God, That his mother might see Her way to the skies. By the path of the wise, Where the chosen who triumph in anguish have trod.
Christ, in His passion, Teaches your heart How sadness may fashion, With wonderful grace, The soul for its place Where mothers and children have never to part.
Cling to the Cross That was sent you to save From terrible loss, Till you have risen From the tomb’s prison, Welcomed by Christ who has conquered the grave!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Far Out At Sea

COLONEL JAMES RYDER RANDALL (In 1882)
FAR OUT AT SEA
Far out at sea! far out at sea! The winged wind warbles melody; The billows fringe their curls of foam, And tremble back with thoughts of home; I stream my soul on every crest That gambles onward to the west— ’Tis freighted, love, with hope and thee.
Far out at sea! far out at sea! The petrels soar the surge with glee; The livelong day they skim the air, The livelong night they slumber there— Wild, wand’ring souls of those who sleep Beneath the coral-citied deep, And from the shades heart-break to be Far out at sea! far out at sea!
Far out at sea! far out at sea! The bird-like bark flew merrily! The day-god slept—his bride on high Wove isles of light o’er wave and sky; On, on we flew, and from the wake What moon-enameled beauties break! A vapory veil of silver bars Entangled in a sky of stars— Supernal visions came to me Far out at sea! far out at sea!
Far out at sea! far out at sea! The raven screams upon the lee; The storm-king rides the lightning now, And wreck and ruin bare his brow— A gallant ship, descending fast, Is whirled beneath the waters vast, And with her in the whelming tide, The loveliest child that ever died In faith, in purity and pride! One fair white arm upon her breast, One sunny curl lost [rom the rest, And there she lies—sweet Melanie! Far out at sea! far out at sea!
Far out at sea! far out at sea! And art thou happy, Melanie? Oh! in thy grand and mystic grave Beneath the blue, blue tropic wave, Dost see, sweet child, the diamond blaze Upon the Nereid of old days— Dost hear the choral song of shells, More musical than golden bells— And in thy ocean jubilee Dost think of him who loveth thee? Far out at sea! far out at sea!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Ha! Ha!

HA! HA!
When summer suns are glancing on the merry damsels dancing ’Neath the pendulous aroma of the beauty-blushing vine; When summer birds are cooing, in a pantomimic wooing ’Mid the azure-dimpled ether, which the poet calls divine: I win a frolic girl, From the rustle and the whirl, And I say she is a seraph and I swear she is a pearl— Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Who is gentler, who is fairer, ha! ha! who is sweeter, Who is brighter, ha! ha! who is wittier and neater, Than the queen of my spirit—its glorified defeater— Ha! Ha! Ha! Malgherita! Malgherita!
Ha! gaily we are flying, with laughter, love and sighing, O’er the valley of Berilla, in its livery of green! Ha! madly we are dashing by the torrent thunder-flashing,
And beyond the echo-flutter of the flute and violin. Little fairy, little fay, From the torrent keep away, Or thy roses and thy ribbons will be waltzing in the spray, Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Who is gentler, who is fairer—ha! ha! who is sweeter; Who is brighter, ha! ha! who is wittier and neater, Than the queen of my spirit—its glorified defeater— Ha! Ha! Ha! Malgherita! Malgherita!
in the twinkle of a minute, she wildly pours within it The glory of her tresses like a vivid golden veil; In a second of derision, she forgetteth her precision, And is captured by the current as it dashes to the vale. I shoot beneath the flood All the lightning of my blood— I reach her and I save her and I bear her to the wood. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Who is gentler, who is fairer—ha! ha! who is sweeter;
Who is brighter, ha! ha! who is wittier and neater, Than the queen of my spirit—its glorified defeater— Ha! Ha! Ha! Malgherita! Malgherita!
You may fancy that the fountain, baffled billow of the mountain, Is singing you this secret as it crashes grandly down; “What beatitude completer, he is wed to Malgherita, And they emulate the angels ’neath the summer’s burning crown!” We are wed! we are wed! As Khuleborn hath said, And we envy not the annals of the living or the dead. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Who is gentler, who is fairer—ha! ha! who is sweeter; Who is brighter, ha! ha! who is wittier and neater, Than the queen of my spirit—its glorified defeater— Ha! Ha! Ha! Malgherita! Malgherita!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Clay

CLAY
Written on the occasion of the unveiling of the Clay Statue, April 12th, 1860
Immortal Mind! thy burning torch A deathless halo flings Around the Prophets crucified, And Sybaritic Kings; We chaunt, today, a pæan song To thy divinest flashes— To our imperishable one, The Mill Boy of the Slashes!
The fervid breast of Nature poured Its deluge to his sips, The bee-winged breezes charmed anew Hymettus to his lips, Till, like a cleaving peak, his thoughts To sunward regions ran, And god beheld beneath his throne A mountain hearted Man.
His lispings fell like vesper dews Upon the alien leaves, Waking their inspirations through The palpitating sheaves; Then from those clarion “wood-notes wild” Anointed dreams unsprung, Wedding the lightning of the brain To the thunder of the tongue!
We—we have seen him in the pride Of his colossal youth, We—we have heard his Vestal vows To the Eternal Truth; We—we have felt our spirits quail, Our very beings bow, When the supernal tempests shook That monumental brow!
And never yet, since morning stars Sang over Galilee, Have nations seen the peer of this Apostle of the free! His was the avalanche of wrath That smites the despot down, And girds the brows of Justice with An undisheveled crown.
His trumpet-tones re-echoed like Evangels to the free, Where Chimborazo views a world Mosaic’d in the sea; And his proud form shall stand erect In that triumphal car Which bears to the Valhalla gates Heroic Bolivar!
He spoke for Greece, and freedom flew Along her sacred rills, Waking the mighty soul that slept On Marathinian hills; While bold Buzzards launched his flag Upon the gull of night, And hurled a living thunderbolt Against the Ottomite!
The pillars of the Union quaked Before discordant shocks, When Heaven had sent its liberal snows Upon his honored locks; Though all the Angels beckoned him, His conquering arm uprose, And wrenched his country’s flag away From its rebellious foes.
Then with perennial laurel wreaths, The matchless mind had wrought, His ladened bark went drifting on To find the “Kings of Thought;” And though the stately vessel long Hath left its earthly strand, The helmsman’s voice re-echoes back From out the Phantom Land.
Live, Patriot, live! while oceans chafe Their adamantine bars— While mailed Orion flames his plume ’Mid bright-battalioned stars; Live, Patriot, live! while glory thrills The heart-strings of the free, And Mississippi pours its grand Libations to the sea!