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# Poems of Sentiment and Imagination/Darkness

DARKNESS.
I sit in the darkness all alone And list to the night-wind's whispered moan, That is not as sad as my spirit's tone, Nor any thing else can be; For in this starless, moonless night, With not a ray save the spirit's light, I am musing o'er leaves, some sad, some bright, In the book of memory.
A thousand dim forms around me glide, And circle me in on every side, And their presence urges the burning tide Of thought upon my soul. A fever is scorching heart and brain, And burning in every throbbing vein, And sudden thrills of a wild, fierce pain Are mocking all control.
It is but ray troubled dream, I know; But the very darkness seems to glow, And the stars to wander to and fro, With a red and fiery gleam. O for a ray of the blessed light, To break the gloom of this fearful night, And banish this vision from my sight, And waken me from my dream.
I did not think, when I sat me here, That the night would seem so dark and drear, Or the air so full of forms of fear; But I wished to sit and think, In the breathless stillness of the night, Of a lofty being, pure and bright, Who had taught my spirit of the might Of his own soul to drink.
​And I dared to think that there might be In the future's unseen treasury A long-craved boon reserved for me, The blessed boon of love! But the past came up before mine eyes, And I saw in dim succession rise A thousand older memories, Each one with sadness wove.
And a shadow o'er my spirit come, And darker grew the midnight gloom, And wilder, busier grew the hum Of voices from the past; Till I yielded up my hope in fear, And shuddered in the darkness drear, Too wildly sad to weep a tear— To hope it might not last.
And still I sat when hope was dead. And did not dare to raise my head, For fear the vision was not fled, Until a single star Burst from the night-clouds' gloomy maze, And broke on my bewildered gaze In one intense and glorious blaze, And darkness fled afar.
# Poems of Sentiment and Imagination/Heart-Breathings

HEART-BREATHINGS.
And must we thus bear on, thus give to pride A mastery not its own; wear a bright brow Wreathed with cold smiles that come not from the heart, And clothe our thoughts in language of the mind, While the soul lies a writhing, moaning thing, Beneath this calm exterior? Oh! must A thousand gushing impulses be crushed, Ground by the heel of pride, that lifts its brow With a false garnish—as the ivy gives Freshness to what is fallen in decay, While the heart perishes? O for the privilege which the world grants not, To be but what we are! True, there may pass Over our hearts a devastating fire, A scorching blast to lay them desolate; But from the ashes of the past may spring A stronger blossom, with a deeper glow, "Than tinged its earliest flower."
The glancing streams, That play through all our hearts impulsively, May find a deep, broad channel, where their flow, Thenceforward will be silent, low, and strong; But oh, must it be hidden? Then give back The storm and lightning—let the tempest howl— It were far easier than this, to bear The constant wearing of the heart away!
# Poems of Sentiment and Imagination/Foreboding

FOREBODING.
More and more by daily sorrow Is the bright veil drawn aside, That was wont the sad to-morrow From the fair to-day to hide.
More and more with wild emotion Is my spirit tossed and torn; While upon life's troubled ocean Fearful, shadowy shapes are borne.
In the future's dim uncertain, Gathering clouds obscure the light, Hanging like a sable curtain Over all that once was bright.
Murmurs in my soul keep sighing Like the tempest's rising tone, Into solemn silence dying, With a low bewailing moan.
​Shall this scathing tempest find me? Is this shadow but a shade? Pain, and fear, and darkness blind me, And my spirit shrinks afraid.
Backward have I looked imploring, But the sky is overcast; And the clouds of doubt are lowering Even oe'r the sunny past.
How hath sorrow bruised my spirit, Clouded all my hopes and dreams, Till no light of gladness near it Shines upon its troubled streams.
Where hath fled the glorious vision That enchained my soul so long; Points it now in stern derision To my faded flowers of song?
Is there then no resurrection Of the spirit's buried strength? Penance done, and sad reflection, Will restore the boon at length.
Gloom and sorrow I will banish, Tempests shall be overcome; Phantom fears shall all evanish, Exiled to their proper tomb.
If my spirit faint or falter, Glorious vision, lend thine aid! Thou shalt shine above the altar Where my hope and trust are laid.
# Poems of Sentiment and Imagination/Judas' Remorse

JUDAS' REMORSE.
Priests! take them back, those thirty blood-stained pieces! For which I sold what worlds can not redeem; With every pulse my fearful sin increases, And my brain throbs as in some fevered dream. "See thou to that!" ay, ye do well to taunt The cursed instrument of your own crime— Fiends! take your bribe—away with it, avaunt! Give me a respite, one small hour of time.
I will go forth to look upon the earth, Upon whose face I am so foul a stain, And will return no more, for from my birth If I have lived for this, how worse than vain! Now on the temple's pinnacle I stand, And my eye scans the motley gaping crowd, Whose murderous deed shall lay this fated land, Accursed and blackened, in a bloody shroud.
​The Master's words—oh, how they haunt me now! And burn like coals of vengeance on my heart; And the word "traitor," branded on my brow, From which I never, never more can part! Oh, that I ne'er had seen Him, had ne'er heard Those heavenly accents from His guileless lips; Like hissing firebrands, in my brain each word Quenches itself, and of my life-blood sips.
I knew, I knew such words and deeds belonged But to the Deity, and to Him alone! But powers of darkness all around me thronged And longed to claim me, as I am, their own. Oh, would I were the lowliest thing that lives, Even a soulless, a just breathing thing! For what is intellect, that to us gives Such power to sin, such fearful suffering brings?
I dare not ask for pardon; He hath said Wo to the traitor! and His word fails not; What if I die? When He shall wake the dead, Then shall I find I have not been forgot. They lead Him forth! Oh, agonizing sight! On His meek head a rugged crown of thorns; But were it gold His brow would dim its light, Such the pure majesty these wretches scorn.
The royal robe in mockery He wears; They spit upon Him, and they hail Him king! And now, O God! His heavy cross He bears, Nor breathes one word for all His suffering. Why do I live—oh, why behold this scene, Whose shade will haunt me through eternity? Off, coward fears! your slave too long I've been, But now I am resolved, and I will die!
# Poems of Sentiment and Imagination/Indian Summer

INDIAN SUMMER.
Tell me, ye whose locks are whiter Than the frozen winter snow, Tell me if your hearts grew lighter, And your hopes of heaven brighter, As the beat of life grew slow; Is there, say, an Indian summer After life's autumnal glow?
Gentle youth, and ardent manhood, Spring and summer emblem well; Ripened fields and fading greenwood, Withered blossoms, pale and wind-strewed, Of life's wasting fullness tell; And the bleak and barren winter Has in age its parallel.
But when all the freshness faded And the wintry cold was near, When the locks that once had shaded Youthful brows, with gray were braided, Were your spirits cold and drear? Or came there a mellow brightness Warming life's dull atmosphere?
​Tell me, for I dread the healing Of the heart above its dead— Its dead dreams of hope and feeling, And its passionate revealing In the bitter tear-drops shed Long, and long, by wounded fondness— Wounded love that wept and bled.
Tell me that, though pale and withered, All the flowers of feeling lie; That no frost above has gathered, And no icy bound has tethered The strong soul's intensity; Tell me ye can love and suffer, Hope and trust yet earnestly.
Let me think that calm and holy, Gently warm and softly light, Neither gay nor melancholy, Neither sad nor joyous wholly, But all sweetly still and bright, Like a lovely Indian summer, Age may come and bring no blight.
But if storms must moan and shiver, Through life's late autumnal trees, God! I pray thee, though they quiver Life's frail cords for aye and ever, With the sharpest agonies, Let my soul remain unaltered, My heart keep its sympathies.
Let life's fever, hot and burning, All consume me with its flame; Let me die of hopeless yearning, And a grief that knows no turning Feed upon my mortal frame, Till it perish with endurance, But quench not my spirit's flame!
​Softly bright, or wildly glaring, Let my soul-ﬁres ever shine, Full of passion high and daring, Or the warm, soft radiance wearing That is given for a sign That the soul within is lighted At some holy angel-shrine; But let not the senseless coldness Of a withered heart be mine.
# Poems of Sentiment and Imagination/Kate

KATE.
I know one—I wish you knew her, Dark-eyed, rose-lipped, darling Kate! Many an eye's bright cynosure, Many a fond heart's star of fate. Stately as the lily -blossom, And as queenly and as fair; With no sin in her young bosom, On her brow no shade of care.
Should you see her you would love her; All who ever knew her do; But I fear you can not move her To confess that she loves you. For the little witch is wicked, In a pretty, harmless way, And if you should seem tormented, Would delight to say you "nay."
Half-a-dozen dimples hover 'Mong the roses on her cheek; Should she smile, you'll soon discover How they play at hide-and-seek. And her smile is just the fleetest, Brightest, most enchanting smile! And her merry laugh the sweetest You will hear in many a mile.
From her pure and child-like forehead Many a dark-brown silken tress, Simply and demurely braided, Still betrays her loveliness. And the eyelids' long dark lashes Have a most provoking art, Drooping when the soft eye flashes With the truth of her wild heart.
​Should she let them smile upon you With their own peculiar light, Keep your heaviest armor on you, For there's mischief in the sprite. If you have the heart of human, She will pilfer it away; And so slyly, how the woman Got it you could never say.
But with all is Kate the dearest, Kindest little girl on earth; With an eye and soul the clearest, And the softest in their mirth. Stately as the lily-blossom, And as queenly and as fair, With no sin in her young bosom, On her brow no shade of care.
# Presidential Radio Address - 25 December 2004

Weekly radio address delivered on December 25, 2004.
THE PRESIDENT: Good morning. On this Christmas day, as families across the nation gather in our homes to celebrate, Laura and I extend to all Americans our best wishes for the holidays. We hope this Christmas is a time of joy and peace for each of you, and we hope it offers you a chance for rest and reflection as you look forward to the new year ahead.
The Christmas season fills our hearts with gratitude for the many blessings in our lives. And with those blessings comes a responsibility to reach out to others. Many of our fellow Americans still suffer from the effects of illness or poverty, others fight cruel addictions, or cope with division in their families, or grieve the loss of a loved one.
Christmastime reminds each of us that we have a duty to our fellow citizens, that we are called to love our neighbor just as we would like to be loved ourselves. By volunteering our time and talents where they are needed most, we help heal the sick, comfort those who suffer, and bring hope to those who despair, one heart and one soul at a time.
During the holidays, we also keep in our thoughts and prayers the men and women of our Armed Forces, especially those far from home, separated from family and friends by the call of duty. In Afghanistan, Iraq, and elsewhere, these skilled and courageous Americans are fighting the enemies of freedom and protecting our country from danger. By bringing liberty to the oppressed, our troops are helping to win the war on terror, and they are defending the freedom and security of us all. They and their families are making many sacrifices for our nation, and for that, all Americans are deeply grateful.
The times we live in have brought many challenges to our country. And at such times, the story of Christmas brings special comfort and confidence. For 2000 years, Christmas has proclaimed a message of hope: the patient hope of men and women across centuries who listened to the words of prophets and lived in joyful expectation, the hope of Mary who welcomed God's plan with great faith, and the hope of Wise Men who set out on a long journey, guided only by a promise traced in the stars.
Christmas reminds us that the grandest purposes of God can be found in the humblest places, and it gives us hope that all the love and gifts that come to us in this life are the signs and symbols of an even greater love and gift that came on a holy night.
Thank you for listening, and Merry Christmas.
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# Presidential Radio Address - 25 December 2001

Weekly radio address delivered on December 25, 2001.
George W. Bush: Good morning, and merry Christmas. During this time of conflict and challenge, Christmas is a day on which we celebrate hope and joy; when our thoughts turn to justice and compassion, and to a Prince of Peace born long ago.
This is a day on which we give thanks for the wonder of God's love, for the blessings we have received, and for the families we love. And this year all of these things seem particularly important.
Charles Dickens wrote that Christmas is a time when abundance rejoices and want is keenly felt. This Christmas finds many facing hurt and loss, especially the families of terror victims and of our young men killed in battle. America grieves with you, and we hope you'll especially find the comfort and hope of Christmas.
Laura and I send our good wishes to all the families in America that have come together in celebration. We're especially grateful to all the men and women of our military, many of whom are today separated from their loved ones because they're serving our country.
Even in this time of war, we pray for peace on Earth and goodwill toward men, and we continue to ask God's blessings on the United States.
Merry Christmas, and happy New Year.
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# Politician

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## Essays

* "The Politician" (1921), an essay by Thomas Arkle Clark

## Poems

* "A Politician" (1915, "Leader no more, be judged of us!"), a poem by Don Marquis
* "The Politician" ("I was going to the City to sell the herbs I had plucked"), an originally Chinese poem of unknown origin, translated in 1919 by Arthur Waley

## See also

* Politics
# Politics (Aristotle)

English-language translations of Πολιτικά include:
   * Politics (Ellis), 1912 translation by William Ellis (1794–1872)
   * Politics (Jowett), 1921 translation by Benjamin Jowett (1817–1893), in the Works of Aristotle.
# Politics (Ellis)

This 1912 edition is taken from Project Gutenberg; translated from Ancient Greek by William Ellis in 1776.

## Table of Contents

* Introduction
* Book One
* Book Two
* Book Three
* Book Four
* Book Five
* Book Six
* Book Seven
* Book Eight
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# Politicians and Preachers

Published in The American Socialist, v. 2, no. 50 (June 24, 1916), pg. 3.
"Birds have their nests and foxes have their holes but the Son of Man hath not where to lay his head."
Capitalism has its politicians and militarism its preachers and both are fitly described in the scriptures:
"His watchmen are blind; they are all ignorant; they are dumb dogs; they cannot bark; sleeping, lying down, loving to slumber."
"Yea, they are greedy dogs, which can never have enough, and they are shepherds that cannot understand; they all look to their own way, every one for his gain, from his quarter."
The politicians and preachers of capitalism are set up as the shepherds of the flock, the politicians holding aloft the banner of patriotism and the preachers arrayed in the livery of religion.
These are the real betrayers of the people, the hypocrites that Christ denounced and for which He was crucified; the slimy, oily-tongued deceivers of their ignorant, trusting followers, who traffic in the slavery and misery of their fellow-beings that they may tread the paths of ease and bask in the favors of their masters.
"YEA, THEY ARE GREEDY DOGS, WHICH CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH, AND THEY ARE SHEPHERDS THAT CANNOT UNDERSTAND; THEY ALL LOOK TO THEIR OWN WAY, EVERY ONE FOR HIS GAIN, FROM HIS QUARTER."
A few days ago one of the most prominent capitalist preachers in New York City issued a frenzied appeal from his pulpit for military preparedness. This particular dog awakened just long enough to bark furiously at the command of his plutocratic master. He may not have received his thirty pieces of silver at the time; the reward of his apostasy comes in gold and flows into his capacious receptacle that connects with his master's bank vault all the year around.
Beware of capitalism's politicians and preachers! They are the lineal descendants of the hypocrites of old who all down the ages have guarded the flock in the name of patriotism and religion and secured the choicest provender and the snuggest booths for themselves by turning the sheep over to the ravages of the wolves.
Beware of the liveried hypocrites of the landlords, the usurers, the money-changers, the stock-gamblers, the exploiters, the enslavers and despoilers of the people; beware of the ruling class politicians and preachers and mercenary menials in every form who are so profoundly concerned about your "patriotism" and your "religion" and who receive thirty pieces for warning you against Socialism because it will endanger your morality and interfere with your salvation.

## Notes

* ↑ Cf. Luke 9:58
* ↑ Cf. Isaiah 56:10
* ↑ Cf. Isaiah 56:11
* ↑ The amount of money Judas was said to have been awarded for his betrayal of Jesus.
# Politics

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* Politics, a treatise by Aristotle
* Politics, a poem by Alfred Tennyson
* Politics, an essay by Ralph Waldo Emerson
* Politics, a poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson
* Politics, a poem by William Butler Yeats

## See also

* Politician
# Proclamation 4413

Copy of proclamation obtained here
January 21, 1976
By the President of the United States of America
A Proclamation
Three years have passed since the signing of the Paris Agreement ending United States combat involvement in the Vietnam War.
That agreement contained specific provisions for the accounting of combatants designated as missing in action, and for the return of the remains of American war dead.
Despite this long passage of time, and despite the fact the war is now over, a satisfactory accounting still has not been completed. A cruel shadow of doubt hangs over hundreds of American families who have no knowledge of the whereabouts of their loved ones.
This Nation continues to explore every avenue of potential progress toward a resolution of this painful and frustrating situation. The recent Presidential visit to the People's Republic of China brought forth some hope for progress in this matter. The efforts of a Select Committee of the Congress to account for missing persons also have met with some success.
As we continue these efforts, it is essential for the Nation to be always mindful of the plight of the men whose circumstances are unknown and of the families whose sorrow we know only too well.
Further, it is important that all of us recall that the watchful eye of our Creator is upon us and upon those we love. We take comfort in the fact that each of us, in our own way, may call upon our God for guidance, for solace, and for strength to endure.
It is thus fitting for the entire country to join in one voice to declare our unalter­able commitment to seek the fullest possible accounting for those lost in combat.
Now, Therefore, I, Gerald R. Ford, President of the United States of America, do hereby designate Sunday, January 25, 1976, as a National Day of Prayer for Americans Missing in Action in Southeast Asia.
I call upon all Americans and all churches throughout the Nation to mark this day with prayers for these brave men and for their families.
In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this twenty-first day of January, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred seventy-six, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundredth.
GERALD R. FORD
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# Proclamation 4414

Copy of proclamation obtained here
January 22, 1976
By the President of the United States of America
A Proclamation
Diseases of the heart and blood vessels remain our Nation's most urgent health problem. These disorders afflict an estimated 28.5 million Americans and cause more than a million deaths each year, about a quarter of which occur among persons under age 65.
In the forefront of the continuing struggle against heart and blood vessel diseases are the National Heart and Lung Institute, a federal agency, and the American Heart Association, a privately-supported voluntary health organization. Their efforts and contributions in the areas of research, training of professionals, including the development of continuing education programs, and community service activities demonstrate what can be achieved when the private and public sectors unite for a common purpose.
We have learned much about the factors that increase susceptibility to arterio-sclerosis and its complications, and how to modify or eliminate some of them. We have learned much about the effectiveness of intensive coronary care units and the use of drugs in controlling high blood pressure. We have improved and developed appropriate surgical procedures and life-support techniques. We have learned more about the cardiovascular system and its diseases in the past 25 years than during all previous years of medical history. During this same quarter-century, the overall mortality rate from these diseases has declined by about 25 percent.
In recognition of the seriousness of this menace to the Nation's health and well-being, and to encourage the consolidation and extension of our advances against cardiovascular disease, the Congress has requested the President to issue annually a proclamation designating February as American Heart Month.
Now, Therefore, I, Gerald R. Ford, President of the United States of America, do hereby proclaim the month of February 1976, as American Heart Month. I invite the Governors of the States, the Commonwealth of Puerto Rico, the officials of other areas subject to the jurisdiction of the United States, and the American people, to join with me in reaffirming our commitment to the resolution of the nation-wide problem of cardiovascular disease.
In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this twenty-second day of January, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred seventy-six; and of the Independence of the United States of America, the two hundredth.
GERALD R. FORD
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