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# Poems by "Cushag"/Baby Boy Carol

THE BABY-BOY CAROL.
Child Jesus was the Baby Boy Low in a manger laid, While holy Angels waiting round His tender limbs arrayed. No broidered robes or silken lace Enwrapped this Baby Boy, But clad in His pure Innocence He lay, His Mother’s joy.
Child Jesus in the garden played Close by His Mother’s arm; And watching Angels hovered round To shield Him from all harm. No gilded toys this Baby had– No jewels bright and fair; The little flowerets in the grass His only playthings were.
Child Jesus learned His daily task, His simple childish prayer; The Angels knelt beside Him, while He asked His Father’s care. No pictures had this Baby Boy, No books to make Him wise, He learned of Love and Charity From His sweet Mother’s eyes.
Child Jesus sang Himself to sleep Low laid upon the ground, While Angels brought Him heavenly dreams And kept their watch around. Oh may such dreams be ours again, Nor leave us when we rise, To brighten all the lingering years With memories of the skies.
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in Death's Doings/Death and the Warrior

* THE WARRIOR.
DEATH AND THE WARRIOR.
"Aye, warrior, arm! and wear thy plume
 On a proud and fearless brow!
I am the lord of the lonely tomb,
 And a mightier one than thou!
"Bid thy soul's love farewell, young chief!
 Bid her a long farewell!
Like the morning's dew shall pass that grief—
 Thou comest with me to dwell!
"Thy bark may rush through the foaming deep,
 Thy steed o'er the breezy hill;
But they bear thee on to a place of sleep,
 Narrow, and cold, and still!"
"Was the voice I heard thy voice, O Death?
 And is thy day so near?
Then on the field shall my life's last breath
 Mingle with Victory's cheer!
"Banners shall float, with the trumpet's note,
 Above me as I die,
And the palm-tree wave o'er my noble grave,
 Under the Syrian sky.
"High hearts shall burn in the royal hall,
 When the minstrel names that spot;
And the eyes I love shall weep my fall—
 Death! Death! I fear thee not."
"Warrior! thou bearest a haughty heart,
 But I can bend its pride!
How shouldst thou know that thy soul will part
 In the hour of Victory's tide?
"It may be far from thy steel-clad bands,
 That I shall make thee mine;
It may be lone on the desert-sands,
 Where men for fountains pine!
"It may be deep amidst heavy chains,
 In some strong Paynim hold—
I have slow dull steps, and lingering pains,
 Wherewith to tame the bold!"
"Death! Death! I go to a doom unbless'd,
 If this indeed must be!
But the cross is bound upon my breast,
 And I may not shrink for thee!
"Sound, clarion, sound!—for my vows are given
 To the cause of the holy shrine;
I bow my soul to the will of heaven,
 O Death! and not to thine!"
F. H.
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in Forget Me Not, 1827/The Cliffs of Dover

DOVER
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THE CLIFFS OF DOVER.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
Rocks of my country! let the cloud
 Your crested heights array;
And rise ye like a fortress proud,
 Above the surge and spray!
My spirit greets you as ye stand,
 Breasting the billow's foam;
Oh, thus for ever guard the land,
 The sever'd land of home!
I have left sunny skies behind
 Lighting up classic shrines,
And music in the southern wind,
 And sunshine on the vines.
The breathings of the myrtle flowers
 Have floated o'er my way,
The pilgrim's voice at vesper hours
 Hath sooth'd me with its lay.
The isles of Greece, the hills of Spain,
 The purple heavens of Rome—
Yes, all are glorious; yet again
 I bless thee, land of home!
For thine the Sabbath peace, my land;
 And thine the guarded hearth;
And thine the dead, the noble band
 That make thee holy earth.
Their voices meet me in thy breeze;
 Their steps are on thy plains;
Their names, by old majestic trees,
 Are whisper'd round thy fanes:
Their blood hath mingled with the tide
 Of thine exulting sea;—
Oh, be it still a joy, a pride,
 To live and die for thee!
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in Forget Me Not, 1828

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Poems of Felicia Hemans in Forget Me Not, 1828
compiled from other sources by Peter J. Bolton
Contents
* The Sister's Dream
* Evening Song of the Tyrolese Peasants
* The Ivy of Kenilworth
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in Death's Doings

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Poems of Felicia Hemans in Death's Doings
compiled by Peter J. Bolton
Contents
* Death and the Warrior
* The Angler
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in Death's Doings/The Angler

THE ANGLER.
THE ANGLER.
"I in these flowery meads would be:
These crystal streams should solace me;
To whose harmonious bubbling noise
I with my angle would rejoice; **** And angle on, and beg to have
A quiet passage to a welcome grave."
Isaac Walton.
Thou that hast lov'd so long and well
 The vale's deep quiet streams,
Where the pure water-lilies dwell,
 Shedding forth tender gleams;
And o'er the pool the May-fly's wing
Glances in golden eves of spring;
Oh! lone and lovely haunts are thine,
 Soft, soft the river flows,
Wearing the shadow of thy line,
 The gloom of alder-boughs;
And in the midst, a richer hue,
One gliding vein of heaven's own blue!
And there but low sweet sounds are heard—
 The whisper of the reed,
The plashing trout, the rustling bird,
 The scythe upon the mead;
Yet, through the murmuring osiers near,
There steals a step which mortals fear.
'Tis not the stag that comes to lave,
 At noon, his panting breast;
'Tis not the bittern, by the wave
 Seeking her sedgy nest;
The air is fill'd with summer's breath,
The young flowers laugh—yet look! 'tis Death!
But if, where silvery currents rove,
 Thy heart, grown still and sage,
Hath learn'd to read the words of love
 That shine o'er nature's page;
If holy thoughts thy guests have been
Under the shade of willows green;
Then, lover of the silent hour
 By deep lone waters pass’d,
Thence hast thou drawn a faith, a power,
 To cheer thee through the last;
And, wont on brighter worlds to dwell,
Mayst calmly bid thy streams farewell
F. H.
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in Forget Me Not, 1827

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Poems of Felicia Hemans in Forget Me Not, 1827
compiled by Peter J. Bolton
Contents
* The Cliffs of Dover
* Night-Blowing Flowers
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in A Collection of Peninsular Melodies 1830/The Rio Verde Song

From another review in The Edinburgh Literary Journal, July-Dec, 1830, page 285
FLOW, RIO VERDE!
By Mrs Hemans.
"Flow, Rio Verde!
 In melody flow;
Win her that weepeth,
 To slumber from woe:
Bid thy wave's music
 Roll through her dreams;
Grief ever loveth
 The kind voice of streams.
"Bear her lone spirit
 Afar on the sound,
Back to her childhood,
 Her life's fairy ground:
Pass like the whisper
 Of love that is gone:
Flow, Rio Verde,
 Softly flow on!
"Dark, glassy water!
 So crimson'd of yore!
Voices of sorrow
 Are known to thy shore:
Thou shouldst have echoes
 For grief's deepest tone—
Flow, Rio Verde,
 Softly flow on!"
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in A Collection of Peninsular Melodies 1830/The Zegri Maid

From the same review in The Edinburgh Literary Journal, Jan.-June, 1830, pages 185-186
THE ZEGRI MAID.
By Mrs Hemans.
"The summer leaves were sighing
 Around the Zegri maid,
To her lone sad song replying,
 As it fill'd the olive shade.—
'Alas! for her that loveth
 Her land's, her kindred's foe!
Where a Christian Spaniard roveth
 Should a Zegri's spirit go?
" 'From thy glance, my gentle mother!
 I sink with shame oppress'd;
And the dark eye of my brother
 Is an arrow to my breast.' Where summer leaves were sighing,
 Thus sung the Zegri maid,
While the crimson day was dying
 In the whispering olive shade.
" 'And for this heart's wealth wasted,
 This woe in secret borne,
This flower of young life blasted,
 Should I win back aught but scorn?
By aught but daily dying
 Would my lone truth be repaid?'
Where summer leaves were sighing,
 Thus sung the Zegri maid."
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in A Collection of Peninsular Melodies 1830/There are sounds in the dark Roncesvalles

From The Poems of Felicia Hemans, 1872 edition
THERE ARE SOUNDS IN THE DARK RONCESVALLES.
There are sounds in the dark Roncesvalles,
 There are echoes on Biscay's wild shore;
There are murmurs—but not of the torrent,
 Nor the wind, nor the pine-forest's roar.
'Tis a day of the spear and the banner,  Of armings and hurried farewells; Rise, rise on your mountains, ye Spaniards!  Or start from your old battle-dells.
There are streams of unconquer'd Asturias  That have roll'd with your father's free blood: Oh! leave on tho graves of the mighty  Proud marks where their children have stood!
# Poems of Felicia Hemans in Forget Me Not, 1827/Night-Blowing Flowers

NIGHT-BLOWING FLOWERS.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
Call back your odours, lonely flowers,
 From the night-wind call them back,
And fold your leaves till the laughing hours
 Come forth on the sunbeam's track!
The lark lies couch'd in his grassy nest,
 And the honey-bee is gone,
And all bright things are away to rest—
 Why watch ye thus alone?
Is not your world a mournful one,
 When your sisters close their eyes,
And your soft breath meets not a lingering tone
 Of song in the starry skies?
Take ye no joy in the dayspring's birth,
 When it kindles the sparks of dew?
And the thousand strains of the forest's mirth,
 Shall they gladden all but you?
Shut your sweet bells till the fawn comes out
 On the sunny turf to play,
And the woodland child, with a fairy shout,
 Goes dancing on his way.
Nay, let our shadowy beauty bloom
 When the stars give quiet light;
And let us offer our faint perfume
 On the silent shrine of night.
Call it not wasted, the scent we lend
 To the breeze when no step is nigh;
Oh! thus for ever the earth should send
 Her grateful breath on high!
And love us as emblems, night's dewy flowers,
 Of hopes unto sorrow given,
That spring through the gloom of the darkest hours,
 Looking alone to Heaven!
# Popular Tales from the Norse/Bruin and Reynard

See also Portal:Reynard.
BRUIN AND REYNARD.
The Bear and the Fox had once bought a firkin of butter together; they were to have it at Yule, and hid it till then under a thick spruce bush.
After that they went a little way off and lay down on a sunny bank to sleep. So when they had lain a while the Fox got up, shook himself, and bawled out "yes."
Then he ran off straight to the firkin and ate a good third part of it. But when he came back, and the Bear asked him where he had been since he was so fat about the paunch, he said,—
​"Don't you believe then that I was bidden to barsel, to a christening feast."
"So, so," said the Bear, "and pray what was the bairn's name."
"Just-begun," said the Fox.
So they lay down to sleep again. In a little while up jumped the Fox again, bawled out "yes," and ran off to the firkin.
This time, too, he ate a good lump. When he came back, and the Bear asked him again where he had been, he said,—
"Oh wasn't I bidden to barsel again, don't you think."
"And pray what was the bairn's name this time," asked the Bear.
"Half-eaten," said the Fox.
The Bear thought that a very queer name, but he hadn't wondered long over it before he began to yawn and gape, and fell asleep. Well, he hadn't lain long before the Fox jumped up as he had done twice before, bawled out "yes," and ran off to the firkin, which this time he cleared right out. When he got back he had been bidden to barsel again, and when the Bear wanted to know the bairn's name he answered,—
"Licked-to-the-bottom."
After that they lay down again, and slept a long time; but then they were to go to the firkin to look at the butter, and when they found it eaten up, the Bear threw the blame on the Fox, and the Fox on the Bear; and each said the one had been at the firkin while the other slept.
"Well, well," said Reynard, "we'll soon find this out, which of us has eaten the butter. We'll just lay down in the sunshine, and he whose cheeks and chaps are greasiest when we wake, he is the thief."
​Yes, that trial Bruin was ready to stand; and as he knew in his heart he had never so much as tasted the butter, he lay down without a care to sleep in the sun.
Then Reynard stole off to the firkin for a morsel of butter, which stuck there in a crack, and then he crept back to the Bear, and greased his chaps and cheeks with it; and then he, too, lay down to sleep as if nothing had happened.
So when they both woke, the sun had melted the butter, and the Bear's whiskers were all greasy; and so it was Bruin after all, and no one else, who had eaten the butter.
# Proclamation 4315

Copy of proclamation obtained here
September 19, 1974
By the President of the United States of America
A Proclamation
Although our Nation's 200th birthday is less than two years away, much has been accomplished through the Johnny Horizon '76 Program toward improving the environment of our country for this historic event. But much remains to be done. To date, thousands of schools; churches; youth groups; chambers of commerce; conservation, civic and commercial organizations and millions of private citizens have joined in partnership with Johnny Horizon '76 in a wide range of projects to create environmental awareness and to beautify America.
Our most precious environment is the area in which we live-our city streets and rural towns-and this is where each individual can effectively exercise his responsibility. This has been exemplified by the many action projects which have been undertaken thus far across our country.
We need to continue these improvements. To dramatize this need, the Congress has by House Joint Resolution 1070, 93rd Congress, requested the President to proclaim the period of September 15, 1974, to October 15, 1974, as "Johnny Horizon '76 Clean Up America Month."
Now, THEREFORE, I, GERALD R. FORD, President of the United States of America, do hereby proclaim the period September 15 through October 15, 1974, as Johnny Horizon '76 Clean Up America Month and ask our Nation's at to the Johnny Horizon '76 environmental awareness and action program for America's 200th birthday and related Bicentennial activities. I urge representatives of business, industry, labor, Government, civic groups, and other citizens to continue to join together to demonstrate the significant results that can be realized when Americans translate their concern into affirmative action. I further urge a continuation of neighborhood and community cleanups, beautification programs, resource recovery and education programs, energy and wildlife conservation efforts and other worthwhile activities.
In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this nineteenth day of September, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred seventy-four and of the Independence of the United States of America, the one hundred ninety-ninth.
GERALD R. FORD
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# Proclamation 4308

Copy of proclamation obtained here
August 20, 1974
By the President of the United States of America
A Proclamation
On Columbus Day, 1974, we again celebrate the historic achievement of the Italian sea captain whose courage and determination led him across uncharted oceans to a New World.
Sailing in the service of the Spanish crown, the voyage of Christopher Columbus marked one of history's most challenging and rewarding explorations. He opened this continent to the migration of settlers who created an enduring nation. The United States of America still carries forth his spirit of exploration as part of its national heritage.
Americans of the twentieth century strive to follow the vision and unshakeable faith of Christopher Columbus by seeking to discover a "New World" of peace and cooperation among all men.
In tribute to the achievement of Columbus, the Congress of the United States, by joint resolution approved April 30, 1934 (48 Stat. 657), as modified by the act of June 28, 1968 (82 Stat. 250), requested the President to proclaim the second Monday in October of each year as Columbus Day.
Now, Therefore, I, Gerald R. Ford, President of the United States of America, do hereby designate Monday, October 14, 1974, as Columbus Day; and I invite the people of this Nation to observe that day in schools, churches, and other suitable places with appropriate ceremonies in honor of the great explorer.
I also direct that the flag of the United States be displayed on all public buildings on the appointed day in memory of Christopher Columbus.
In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this twentieth day of August, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred seventy-four, and of the Independence of the United States of America the one hundred ninety-ninth.
GERALD R. FORD
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# Proclamation 4310

Copy of proclamation obtained here
September 4, 1974
By the President of the United States of America
A Proclamation
Our country's Hispanic heritage reaches back more than four centuries. When the Pilgrim Fathers landed at Plymouth Rock, Hispanic civilization was already flourishing in what is now Florida and New Mexico. Since then the Hispanic contribution to America has been a consistent and vital influence in our country's cultural growth.
More than ten million Americans of Hispanic origin today contribute to our national diversity, enriching the quality of American life in the arts, the sciences, sports, religion and the small but important things of everyday living.
Now, Therefore, I, Gerald R. Ford, President of the United States of America, do hereby proclaim the week beginning September 10, 1974, and ending September 16, 1974, as National Hispanic Heritage Week. I call upon all the people of the United States, especially the education community and those organizations concerned with the protection of human rights, to observe that week with appropriate ceremonies and activities.
In celebrating this occasion, I also call upon my fellow Americans to rededicate themselves to the principle of full and equal opportunity for all citizens, and to seize upon the broad spectrum of skills and abilities of those individuals of Hispanic heritage who have so significantly contributed to our Nation's growth and prosperity.
In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this fourth day of September, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred seventy-four, and of the Independence of the United States of America the one hundred ninety-ninth.
GERALD R. FORD
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# Proclamation 4309

Copy of proclamation obtained here
August 22, 1974
By the President of the United States of America
A Proclamation
On August 26th, 1920, American women finally gained the right to vote when the Nineteenth Amendment was certified as part of our Constitution.
Today, fifty-four years later, the women of America are actively participating in and contributing to all aspects of our economic, social and political life. Many obstacles on the road to equal opportunity have been removed as legislative and executive actions have helped to reduce sex discrimination in education, training and employment. Special efforts have been made in the Federal Government, so that women now contribute more fully than ever before to the formulation and execution of public policy.
But although we as a Nation have come a great distance since 1920, we still have a great distance to go. In 1970, on the floor of the House, I said that the Equal Rights Amendment to the Constitution was an idea whose time had come. Today I want to reaffirm my personal commitment to that amendment. The time for ratification of the Equal Rights Amendment has come just as surely as did the time for the 19th Amendment.
As 1975 approaches, widely proclaimed as International Women's Year, Americans must deal with those inequities that still linger as barriers to the full participation of women in our Nation's life. We must also strengthen and support laws that prohibit discrimination based on sex.
Now, Therefore, I, Gerald R. Ford, President of the United States of America, do hereby call upon all Americans to observe August 26, 1974, as Women's Equality Day, with appropriate ceremonies and activities. I further urge Americans to consider the essential role of women in our society and their contribution to our economic, social and political well-being. As a Republic dedicated to liberty and justice for all, this Nation cannot deny equal status to women.
In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this twenty-second day of August, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred seventy-four, and of the Independence of the United States of America the one hundred ninety-ninth.
GERALD R. FORD
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