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# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/It May Not Be on the Mountain's Height

The hymn tune is also commonly known as "Manchester"
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| 169 | It May Not Be on the Mountain's Height |
| 169 | (I'LL GO WHERE YOU WANT ME TO GO. Irregular) |
| Mary Brown C. E. Rounsefell |||
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* It may not be on the mountains height, Or over the stormy sea; It may not be at the battle's front My Lord will have need of me; But if by a still small voice ha calls To paths I do not know, I'll answer, dear Lord with my hand in thine, I'll go where you want me to go. Refrain I'll go where you want me to go, dear Lord, O-ver mountain or plain or sea; I'll say what you want me to say dear Lord, I'll be what you want me to be.
* Perhaps to day there are loving words Which Jesus would have me speak— There may be now in the paths of sin Some wanderer whom I should seek; O Saviour if thou wilt be my guide, Tho' dark and rugged the way, My voice shall echo thy message sweet, I'll say what you want me to say. Refrain
* There's surely somewhere a lowly place In earth's harvest field so wide— Where I may labor thro' life's short day, For Jesus the Crucified— So trustingmy all to thy tender care, And Knowing thou lovest me, I'll do thy will with a heart sincere, I'll be what you want me to be. Refrain Amen
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross

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| 200 | Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross |
| 200 | (NEAR THE CROSS. 7, 6, 7, 6. With Refrain) |
| Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915 W. Howard Doane, 1868 |||
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* Jesus, keep me near the cross, There a precious fountain Free to all, a healing stream, Flows from Calvary's mountain. Refrain In the cross, in the cross Be my glory forever; Till my raptured soul shall find Rest beyond the river.(Last v.) Amen.
* Near the cross, a trembling soul Love and mercy found me; There the Bright and Morning Star Sheds its beams around me. Refrain
* Near the cross, O Lamb of God! Bring its scenes before me; Help me walk from day to day, With its shadows o'er me. Refrain
* Near the cross I'll watch and wait, Hoping, trusting ever, Till I reach the golden strand, Just beyond the river. Refrain
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# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/In the Lonely Midnight

* In the lone - ly mid - night On the win - try hill, Shep-herds heard the an-gels Sing- ing, 'Peace, good - will.' Lis-ten, O ye wea-ry, To the an - gels' song Un - to you the tid - ings Of great joy be - long.
* Though in Da-vid's cit - y An - gels sing no more, Love makes an - gel music On earth's dark - est shore ; Tho' no heavenly glory Meet your wondering eyes, Love can make your dwelling Bright as par - a - dise.
* Though the child of Ma - ry, Sent from heaven on high, In his man - ger cra - dle May no lon - ger lie, Love is King for - ev - er, Tho' the proud world scorn; If ye tru - ly seek him, Christ your Kings is born. A-men
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# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

* It came up -on the mid-night clear, That glo-rious song of old, From an - gels bend - ing near the earth, To touch their harps of gold: Peace on the earth,good-will to men, From heaven's all-gra-cious King ; The world in sol-emn still-ness lay To hear the an-gels sing.
* Still through the clo-ven skies they come, With peace-ful wings un-furled; And still their heaven-ly mu-sic floats O'er all the wea-ry world : A-bove its sad and low-ly plains They bend on heaven-ly wing, And ev-er o'er its Ba-bel sounds The bless-ed an-gels sing.
* And ye, be-neath life's crush-ing load, Whose forms are bend-ing low, Who toil a-long the climb-ing way, With pain-ful steps and slow, Look now, for glad and gold-en nours Come swift-ly on the wing ; O rest be-side the wea-ry road, And hear the an-gels sing !
* For lo! the days are has-tening on, By proph-et-bards fore-told, When with the ev-er-cir-cling years Comes round the age of gold ; When peace shall over all the earth Its an-cient splen-dors fling, And the whole world give back the song Which now the an-gels sing. A-men
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Jesus, Lover of My Soul

* Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
* Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone! Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
* Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of thee, Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. A-men.
# The Book of the Damned/Chapter 22

CHAPTER XXII
Journal of the Royal Meteorological Society,1-157:
EXTRACT from the log of the barque Lady of the Lake, by Capt. F. W. Banner:
Communicated by R. H. Scott, F. R. S.:
That, upon the 22nd of March, 1870, at Lat. 5° 47' N., Long. 27° 52' W., the sailors of the Lady of the Lake saw a remarkable object, or "cloud," in the sky. They reported to the Captain.
According to Capt. Banner, it was a cloud of circular form, with an included semicircle divided into four parts, the central dividing shaft beginning at the center of the circle and extending far outward, and then curving backward.
Geometricity and complexity and stability of form: and the small likelihood of a cloud maintaining such diversity of features, to say nothing of appearance of organic form.
The thing traveled from a point at about 20 degrees above the horizon to a point about 80 degrees above. Then it settled down to the northeast, having appeared from the south, southeast.
Light gray in color, or it was cloud-color.
"It was much lower than the other clouds."
And this datum stands out:
That, whatever it may have been, it traveled against the wind.
"It came up obliquely against the wind, and finally settled down right in the wind's eye."
For half an hour this form was visible. When it did finally disappear that was not because it disintegrated like a cloud, but because it was lost to sight in the evening darkness.
Capt. Banner draws the following diagram:
# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/The Unlucky Apple

THE UNLUCKY APPLE
'Twas the apple that in Eden  Caused our father's primal fall; And the Trojan War, remember—  'Twas an apple caused it all. So for weeks I've hesitated,  You can guess the reason why, For I want to tell my darling  She's the apple of my eye.
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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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/The Visitor

THE VISITOR
Little lady at de do',  W'y you stan' dey knockin'? Nevah seen you ac' befo'  In er way so shockin'.  Don' you know de sin it is  Fu' to git my temper riz  Wen I 's got de rheumatiz  An' my jints is lockin'?
No, ol' Miss ain't sont you down,  Don' you tell no story; I been seed you hangin' 'roun'  Dis hyeah te'itory.  You des come fu' me to tell  You a tale, an' I ain'—well—  Look hyeah, what is dat I smell?  Steamin' victuals? Glory!
Come in, Missy, how you do?  Come up by de fiah, I was jokin', chile, wid you;  Bring dat basket nighah.  Huh uh, ain't dat lak ol' Miss,  Sen'in' me a feas' lak dis?  Rheumatiz cain't stop my bliss,  Case I's feelin' spryah.
Chicken meat an' gravy, too,  Hot an' still a-heatin'; Good ol' sweet pertater stew;  Missy b'lieves in treatin'.  Des set down, you blessed chile,  Daddy got to t'ink a while,  Den a story mek you smile  Wen he git thoo eatin'.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/The Warrior's Prayer

THE WARRIOR'S PRAYER
Long since, in sore distress, I heard one pray,  "Lord, who prevailest with resistless might, Ever from war and strife keep me away,  My battles fight!"
I know not if I play the Pharisee,  And if my brother after all be right; But mine shall be the warrior's plea to thee—  Strength for the fight.
I do not ask that thou shalt front the fray,  And drive the warring foeman from my sight; I only ask, O Lord, by night, by day,  Strength for the fight!
When foes upon me press, let me not quail  Nor think to turn me into coward flight. I only ask, to make mine arms prevail,  Strength for the fight!
Still let mine eyes look ever on the foe,  Still let mine armor case me strong and bright; And grant me, as I deal each righteous blow,  Strength for the fight!
And when, at eventide, the fray is done,  My soul to Death's bedchamber do thou light, And give me, be the field or lost or won,  Rest from the fight!
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/The Wind And The Sea

THE WIND AND THE SEA
I stood by the shore at the death of day,  As the sun sank flaming red; And the face of the waters that spread away  Was as gray as the face of the dead.
And I heard the cry of the wanton sea  And the moan of the wailing wind; For love's sweet pain in his heart had he,  But the gray old sea had sinned.
The wind was young and the sea was old,  But their cries went up together; The wind was warm and the sea was cold,  For age makes wintry weather.
So they cried aloud and they wept amain,  Till the sky grew dark to hear it; And out of its folds crept the misty rain,  In its shroud, like a troubled spirit.
For the wind was wild with a hopeless love,  And the sea was sad at heart At many a crime that he wot of,  Wherein he had played his part.
He thought of the gallant ships gone down  By the will of his wicked waves; And he thought how the church-yard in the town  Held the sea-made widows' graves.
The wild wind thought of the love he had left  Afar in an Eastern land, And he longed, as long the much bereft,  For the touch of her perfumed hand.
In his winding wail and his deep-heaved sigh  His aching grief found vent; While the sea looked up at the bending sky  And murmured: "I repent."
But e'en as he spoke, a ship came by  That bravely ploughed the main, And a light came into the sea's green eye,  And his heart grew hard again.
Then he spoke to the wind: "Friend, seest thou not  Yon vessel is eastward bound? Pray speed with it to the happy spot  Where thy loved one may be found."
And the wind rose up in a dear delight,  And after the good ship sped; But the crafty sea by his wicked might  Kept the vessel ever ahead.
Till the wind grew fierce in his despair,  And white on the brow and lip. He tore his garments and tore his hair,  And fell on the flying ship.
And the ship went down, for a rock was there,  And the sailless sea loomed black; While burdened again with dole and care,  The wind came moaning back.
And still he moans from his bosom hot  Where his raging grief lies pent, And ever when the ships come not,  The sea says: "I repent."
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/The Turning Of The Babies In The Bed

THE TURNING OF THE BABIES IN THE BED
Woman's sho' a cur'ous critter, an' dey ain't no doubtin' dat. She's a mess o' funny capahs f'om huh slippahs to huh hat. Ef you tries to un'erstan' huh, an' you fails, des' up an' say: "D' ain't a bit o' use to try to un'erstan' a woman's way."
I don' mean to be complainin', but I 's jes' a-settin' down Some o' my own obserwations, w'en I cas' my eye eroun'. Ef you ax me fu' to prove it, I ken do it mighty fine, Fu' dey ain't no bettah 'zample den dis ve'y wife o' mine.
In de ve'y hea't o' midnight, w'en I 's sleepin' good an' soun', I kin hyeah a so't o' rustlin' an' somebody movin' 'roun'. An' I say, "Lize, whut you doin'?" But she frown an' shek huh haid, "Heish yo' mouf, I's only tu'nin' of de chillun in de bed.
"Don' you know a chile gits restless, layin' all de night one way? An' you' got to kind o' 'range him sev'al times befo' de day? So de little necks won't worry, an' de little backs won't break; Don' you t'ink case chillun 's chillun dey hain't got no pain an' ache."
So she shakes 'em, an' she twists 'em, an' she tu'ns 'em 'roun' erbout, 'Twell I don' see how de chillun evah keeps f'om hollahin' out. Den she lif's 'em up head down'ards, so's dey won't git livahgrown, But dey snoozes des' ez peaceful ez a liza'd on a stone.
W'en hit's mos' nigh time fu' wakin' on de dawn o' jedgment day, Seems lak I kin hyeah ol' Gab'iel lay his trumpet down an' say, "Who dat walkin' 'roun' so easy, down on earf ermong de dead?"— 'T will be Lizy up a-tu'nin' of de chillun in de bed.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/The Voice Of The Banjo

THE VOICE OF THE BANJO
In a small and lonely cabin out of noisy traffic's way, Sat an old man, bent and feeble, dusk of face, and hair of gray, And beside him on the table, battered, old, and worn as he, Lay a banjo, droning forth this reminiscent melody:
"Night is closing in upon us, friend of mine, but don't be sad; Let us think of all the pleasures and the joys that we have had. Let us keep a merry visage, and be happy till the last, Let the future still be sweetened with the honey of the past.
"For I speak to you of summer nights upon the yellow sand, When the Southern moon was sailing high and silvering all the land; And if love tales were not sacred, there's a tale that I could tell Of your many nightly wanderings with a dusk and lovely belle.
"And I speak to you of care-free songs when labour's hour was o'er, And a woman waiting for your step outside the cabin door, And of something roly-poly that you took upon your lap, While you listened for the stumbling, hesitating words, 'Pap, pap.'
"I could tell you of a 'possum hunt across the wooded grounds, I could call to mind the sweetness of the baying of the hounds, You could lift me up and smelling of the timber that 's in me, Build again a whole green forest with the mem'ry of a tree.
"So the future cannot hurt us while we keep the past in mind, What care I for trembling fingers,—what care you that you are blind? Time may leave us poor and stranded, circumstance may make us bend; But they 'll only find us mellower, won't they, comrade?—in the end."
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/The Wooing

THE WOOING
A youth went faring up and down,  Alack and well-a-day. He fared him to the market town,  Alack and well-a-day. And there he met a maiden fair, With hazel eyes and auburn hair; His heart went from him then and there,  Alack and well-a-day.
She posies sold right merrily,  Alack and well-a-day; But not a flower was fair as she,  Alack and well-a-day. He bought a rose and sighed a sigh, "Ah, dearest maiden, would that I Might dare the seller too to buy!"  Alack and well-a-day.
She tossed her head, the coy coquette,  Alack and well-a-day. "I'm not, sir, in the market yet,"  Alack and well-a-day. "Your love must cool upon a shelf; Tho' much I sell for gold and pelf, I 'm yet too young to sell myself,"  Alack and well-a-day.
The youth was filled with sorrow sore,  Alack and well-a-day. And looked he at the maid once more,  Alack and well-a-day. Then loud he cried, "Fair maiden, if Too young to sell, now as I live, You're not too young yourself to give,"  Alack and well-a-day.
The little maid cast down her eyes,  Alack and well-a-day. And many a flush began to rise,  Alack and well-a-day. "Why, since you are so bold," she said, "I doubt not you are highly bred, So take me!" and the twain were wed,  Alack and well-a-day.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/The Unsung Heroes

THE UNSUNG HEROES
A song for the unsung heroes who rose in the country's need, When the life of the land was threatened by the slaver's cruel greed, For the men who came from the cornfield, who came from the plough and the flail, Who rallied round when they heard the sound of the mighty man of the rail.
They laid them down in the valleys, they laid them down in the wood, And the world looked on at the work they did, and whispered, "It is good." They fought their way on the hillside, they fought their way in the glen, And God looked down on their sinews brown, and said, "I have made them men."
They went to the blue lines gladly, and the blue lines took them in, And the men who saw their muskets' fire thought not of their dusky skin. The gray lines rose and melted beneath their scathing showers, And they said, "'T is true, they have force to do, these old slave boys of ours."
Ah, Wagner saw their glory, and Pillow knew their blood, That poured on a nation's altar, a sacrificial flood. Port Hudson heard their war-cry that smote its smoke-filled air, And the old free fires of their savage sires again were kindled there.
They laid them down where the rivers the greening valleys gem. And the song of the thund'rous cannon was their sole requiem, And the great smoke wreath that mingled its hue with the dusky cloud, Was the flag that furled o'er a saddened world, and the sheet that made their shroud.
Oh, Mighty God of the Battles Who held them in Thy hand, Who gave them strength through the whole day's length, to fight for their native land, They are lying dead on the hillsides, they are lying dead on the plain, And we have not fire to smite the lyre and sing them one brief strain.
Give, Thou, some seer the power to sing them in their might, The men who feared the master's whip, but did not fear the fight; That he may tell of their virtues as minstrels did of old, Till the pride of face and the hate of race grow obsolete and cold.
A song for the unsung heroes who stood the awful test, When the humblest host that the land could boast went forth to meet the best; A song for the unsung heroes who fell on the bloody sod, Who fought their way from night to day and struggled up to God.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/The Valse

THE VALSE
When to sweet music my lady is dancing My heart to mild frenzy her beauty inspires. Into my face are her brown eyes a-glancing, And swift my whole frame thrills with tremulous fires. Dance, lady, dance, for the moments are fleeting, Pause not to place yon refractory curl; Life is for love and the night is for sweeting; Dreamily, joyously, circle and whirl.
Oh, how those viols are throbbing and pleading; A prayer is scarce needed in sound of their strain. Surely and lightly as round you are speeding, You turn to confusion my heart and my brain. Dance, lady, dance to the viol's soft calling, Skip it and trip it as light as the air; Dance, for the moments like rose leaves are falling, Strikes, now, the clock from its place on the stair.
Now sinks the melody lower and lower, The weary musicians scarce seeming to play. Ah, love, your steps now are slower and slower, The smile on your face is more sad and less gay. Dance, lady, dance to the brink of our parting, My heart and your step must not fail to be light. Dance! Just a turn—tho' the tear-drop be starting. Ah—now it is done—so—my lady, good-night!
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/The Veteran

THE VETERAN
Underneath the autumn sky, Haltingly, the lines go by. Ah, would steps were blithe and gay, As when first they marched away, Smile on lip and curl on brow,— Only white-faced gray-beards now, Standing on life's outer verge, E'en the marches sound a dirge.
Blow, you bugles, play, you fife, Rattle, drums, for dearest life. Let the flags wave freely so, As the marching legions go, Shout, hurrah and laugh and jest, This is memory at its best. (Did you notice at your quip, That old comrade's quivering lip?)
Ah, I see them as they come, Stumbling with the rumbling drum; But a sight more sad to me E'en than these ranks could be Was that one with cane upraised Who stood by and gazed and gazed, Trembling, solemn, lips compressed, Longing to be with the rest.
Did he dream of old alarms, As he stood, "presented arms"? Did he think of field and camp And the unremitting tramp Mile on mile—the lonely guard When he kept his midnight ward? Did he dream of wounds and scars In that bitter war of wars?
What of that? He stood and stands In my memory—trembling hands, Whitened beard and cane and all As if waiting for the call Once again: "To arms, my sons," And his ears hear far-off guns, Roll of cannon and the tread Of the legions of the Dead!
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# The Cadet Hand Book and Section Roll/Duties of Sergeant &c.

Sergeants and other N.C.O.’s.
They should have in their possession a Roll Book containing a roll of their section entered and up to date, and be thoruoghly conversant with its contents, as also any orders from their company or half­-company commanders bearing on their duties; they will enforce obedience from those under their com­mand, performing their own duties with firmness, tact and discretion, and at once report to higher authority when anything occurs which renders it necessary.
If section leaders when the “fall in” sounds they must see that the cadets of their section fall in quietly and smartly, call the roll, inspect the cadets and see that all are correctly dressed, reporting any who are not to their half-company commander or the colour-sergeant, number off the section, divide it into two squads when necessary, each under a non-commissioned officer if possible, prove the section smartly and have it ready to take its place in the company on parade without undue delay.
They must also make themselves specially acquainted with the cadets of their section, know­ing their addresses and at once making a note of any change, learn their temperament, habits and ability.
They must do their utmost to encourage the habit of obedience to orders, punctuality on parade, and attention to duty amongst the cadets, by setting the example themselves, and being sure when they give any orders that they are distinctly heard and can be understood.
They must on no account permit or enter into any argument in regard to any order that may have been given by them in the performance of their duty.