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# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/The Minstrel Boy

"It is widely believed that Moore composed the song in remembrance of a number of his friends, whom he met while studying at Trinity College, Dublin and who had participated in (and were killed during) the Irish Rebellion of 1798." Warning: template has been deprecated.
93—THE MINSTREL BOY
The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. "Land of song!" said the warrior bard, "Tho' all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee."
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/The Mountains o' Mourne

95—THE MOUNTAINS O' MOURNE
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight, Wid the people here workin' by day and by night They don't sow potaties, nor barley, nor wheat, But there's gangs o' them diggin' for gold in the street— At least, when I axed them, that's what I was told, So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold, But for all that I found there I might as well be Where the Mountains o' Mourne sweep down to the sea.
​I believe that, when writin', a wish you expressed As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed, Well, if you'll believe me, when axed to a ball, Faith, they don't wear a top to their dresses at all. Oh, I've seen them meself, and you could not, in thrath, Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath— Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary Macree, Where the Mountains o' Mourne sweep down to the sea.
I seen England's King from the top of a 'bus— I never knew him, though he means to know us And though by the Saxon we once were oppressed, Still, I cheered—God forgive me!—I cheered wid the rest And now that he's visited Erin's green shore, We'll be much better friends than we've been heretofore, When we've got all we want we're as quiet as can be Where the Mountains o' Mourne sweep down to the Sea.
You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of course— Well, now, here he is here at the head o' the Force, I met him to-day, I was crossing the Strand, And he stopped the whole street wid wan wave of his hand And there we stood talking of days that are gone, While the whole population of London looked on But for all these great powers he's wishful, To be back where dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.
There's beautiful girls here—oh, never mind! Wid beautiful shapes Nature never disigned, And lovely complexions, all roses and crame, But O'Loughlin remarked wid regard to them same; "That if at those roses you venture to sip,
The colours might all come away on your lip." So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me Where the Mountains o' Mourne sweep down to the sea.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/The Day Thou Gavest

159—THE DAY THOU GAVEST
The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended; The darkness falls at Thy behest; To Thee our morning hymns ascended, Thy praise shall sanctify our rest.
We thank Thee that Thy Church unsleeping, While earth rolls onward into light, Through all the world her watch is keeping, And rests not now by day or night.
As o'er each continent and island The dawn leads on another day, The voice of prayer is never silent, Nor dies the strain of praise away.
The sun, that bids us rest, is waking Our brethren 'neath the western sky, And hour by hour fresh lips are making Thy wondrous doings heard on high.
So be it, Lord! Thy throne shall never, Like earth's proud empires, pass away; Thy Kingdom stands, and grows forever, Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.Amen.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/The Magic of Your Voice

80-THE MAGIC OF YOUR VOICE
Two loving souls with but a single thought; Two happy hearts that beat as one Love comes our way, and all the world is naught; Then, only then we know our life's begun. How can it be we once were strangers, How can it be we've liv'd apart? O, for the joy of having found you! Joy that you've won my heart.
Chorus
Although we met but yesterday, To me it seems I've known you in some other world, Some world—of happy dreams. 'Twas not the language of your eyes that thrill'd me through, It was the magic of your voice that drew my soul to you
Only a song of tides that ebb and flow; Only a song of mingled hopes and fears. Sadly you sang, in accents soft and low; Sas were your eyes, while mine were fill'd with tears. Then did we know the wondrous secret, Then did we know what life can give; New life, a life that shall be deathless Now we have learn'd to live!
Chorus.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/The Maple Leaf Forever

4—THE MAPLE LEAF FOREVER
In days of yore, from Britain's shore, Wolfe the dauntless hero came,
And planted firm Britannia's flag on Canada's fair domain,
Here may it wave, our boast, our pride, and joined in love together
The Thistle, Shamrock, Rose entwine, the Maple Leaf forever.
Chorus:
The Maple Leaf our emblem dear, the Maple Leaf forever,
God save our King and Heaven bless the Maple Leaf forever.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/The Rosary

56—THE ROSARY
The hours I spent with thee, dear heart, Are as a string of pearls to me, I count them over, ev'ry one apart, My rosary, my rosary.
Each hour a pearl, each pearl a pray'r To still a heart in absence wrung, I tell each bead unto the end, And there a cross is hung.
​O memories that bless and burn, O barren gain and bitter loss, I kiss each bead, and strive at last to learn To kiss the cross, Sweet-heart, To kiss the cross.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/The Last Rose of Summer

98—THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER
'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone, All her lovely companions, Are faded and gone No flow'r of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! to pine on the stem, Since the lovely are sleeping, Go sleep thou with them Thus kindly I scatter, Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden, Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, And from love's shining circle, The gems drop away When true hearts lie wither'd, And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone.
# The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/The Little House Upon the Hill

Published 1915 with music by Joe Goodwin and Harry Puck
The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book
PART XI.—HOME SONGS
129—THE LITTLE HOUSE UPON THE HILL
There's a light that's burning in the window Of a little house upon the hill, And the light will burn, and a heart will yearn, And it always will till I return. For there's only one mother, I know she's waiting still, And she'll always keep the light a-burning In the window of the house upon the hill.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Epistles - Second Series/LXII Mrs. Bull

LXII
54 W. 33rd ST., NEW YORK, 11th April, 1895.
DEAR MRS. BULL,
. . . I am going away to the country tomorrow to see Mr. Leggett for a few days. A little fresh air will do me good, I hope.
I have given up the project of removing from this house just now, as it will be too expensive, and moreover it is not advisable to change just now. I am working it up slowly.
. . . I send you herewith the letter from H. H. the Maharaja of Khetri; also enclose the slip on Gurjan oil for leprosy. Miss Hamlin has been helping me a good deal. I am very grateful to her. She is very kind and, I hope, sincere. She wants me to be introduced to the "right kind of people". This is the second edition of the "Hold yourself steady" business, I am afraid. The only "right sort of people" are those whom the Lord sends — that is what I understand in my life's experience. They alone can and will help me. As for the rest, Lord help them in a mass and save me from them.
Every one of my friends thought it would end in nothing, this my getting up quarters all by myself, and that no ladies would ever come here. Miss Hamlin especially thought that "she" or "her right sort of people" were way up from such things as to go and listen to a man who lives by himself in a poor lodging. But the "right kind" came for all that, day and night, and she too. Lord! how hard it is for man to believe in Thee and Thy mercies! Shiva! Shiva! Where is the right kind and where is the bad, mother? It is all He! In the tiger and in the lamb, in the saint and sinner all He! In Him I have taken my refuge, body, soul, and Atman. Will He leave me now after carrying me in His arms all my life? Not a drop will be in the ocean, not a twig in the deepest forest, not a crumb in the house of the god of wealth, if the Lord is not merciful. Streams will be in the desert and the beggar will have plenty, if He wills it. He seeth the sparrow's fall. Are these but words, mother, or literal, actual life?
Truce to this "right sort of presentation". Thou art my right, Thou my wrong, my Shiva. Lord, since a child I have taken refuge in Thee. Thou wilt be with me in the tropics or at the poles, on the tops of mountains or in the depth of oceans. My stay — my guide in life — my refuge — my friend — my teacher — my God — my real Self, Thou wilt never leave me, never. I know it for sure. Sometimes I become weak, being alone and struggling against odds, my God; and I think of human help. Save Thou me for ever from these weaknesses, and may I never, never seek for help from any being but Thee. If a man puts his trust in another good man, he is never betrayed, never forsaken. Wilt Thou forsake me, Father of all good, Thou who knowest that all my life I am Thy servant and Thine alone? Wilt Thou give me over to be played upon by others, or dragged down by evil? He will never leave me, I am sure, mother.
Your ever obedient son,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Epistles - Second Series/LXI Mrs. Bull

LXI
54 W. 33rd ST., NEW YORK, 21st March, 1895.
DEAR MRS. BULL,
I am astonished to hear the scandals the Ramabai circles are indulging in about me. Don't you see, Mrs. Bull, that however a man may conduct himself, there will always be persons who invent the blackest lies about him? At Chicago I had such things every day against me. And these women are invariably the very Christian of Christians! . . . I am going to have a series of paid lectures in my rooms (downstairs), which will seat about a hundred persons, and that will cover the expenses. I am in no great hurry about the money to be sent to India. I will wait. Is Miss Farmer with you? Is Mrs. Peake at Chicago? Have you seen Josephine Locke? Miss Hamlin has been very kind to me and does all she can to help me.
My master used to say that these names, as Hindu, Christian, etc., stand as great bars to all brotherly feelings between man and man. We must try to break them down first. They have lost all their good powers and now only stand as baneful influences under whose black magic even the best of us behave like demons. Well, we will have to work hard and must succeed.
That is why I desire so much to have a centre. Organisation has its faults, no doubt, but without that nothing can be done. And here, I am afraid, I will have to differ from you — that no one ever succeeded in keeping society in good humour and at the same time did great works. One must work as the dictate comes from within, and then if it is light and good, society is bound to veer round, perhaps centuries after one is dead and gone. We must plunge heart and soul and body into the work. And until we be ready to sacrifice everything else to one Idea and to one alone, we never, never will see the light.
Those that want to help mankind must take their own pleasure and pain, name and fame, and all sorts of interests, and make a bundle of them and throw them into the sea, and then come to the Lord. This is what all the Masters said and did.
I went to Miss Corbin's last Saturday and told her that I should not be able to come to hold classes any more. Was it ever in the history of the world that any great work was done by the rich? It is the heart and the brain that do it ever and ever and not the purse.
My idea and all my life with it — and to God for help; to none else! This is the only secret of success. I am sure you are one with me here. My love to Mrs. Thursby and Mrs. Adams.
Ever yours in grateful affection,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Epistles - Second Series/LXVII Mrs. Bull

LXVII
PERCY, NEW HAMPSHIRE,
7th June, 1895.
DEAR MRS. BULL,
I am here at last with Mr. Leggett. This is one of the most beautiful spots I have ever seen. Imagine a lake, surrounded with hills covered with a huge forest, with nobody but ourselves. So lovely, so quiet, so restful! And you may imagine how glad I am to be here after the bustle of cities.
It gives me a new lease of life to be here. I go into the forest alone and read my Gita and am quite happy. I will leave this place in about ten days and go to the Thousand Island Park. I will meditate by the hour there and be all alone to myself. The very idea is ennobling.
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Epistles - Second Series/LV Akhandananda

LV
(Translated from Bengali)
Salutation to Bhagavan Ramakrishna!
(March or April?) 1894.
MY DEAR AKHANDANANDA,
I am very glad to receive your letter. It is a great pleasure to me to learn that you have regained your health to a great extent by your stay at Khetri.
Brother Tarak (Shivananda) has done a good deal of work in Madras. Very agreeable news indeed! I heard much praise of him from the people of Madras. . . .
Try to develop spirituality and philanthropy amongst the Thakurs in the different places of Rajputana. We must work, and this cannot be done by merely sitting idle. Make a trip now and then to Malsisar, Alsisar, and all the other "sars" that are there. And carefully learn Sanskrit and English. Gunanidhi is in the Punjab, I presume. Convey my special love to him and bring him to Khetri. Learn Sanskrit with his help, and teach him English. Let me have his address by all means. ...
Go from door to door amongst the poor and lower classes of the town of Khetri and teach them religion. Also, let them have oral lessons on geography and such other subjects. No good will come of sitting idle and having princely dishes, and saying "Ramakrishna, O Lord!" — unless you can do some good to the poor. Go to other villages from time to time, and teach the people the arts of life as well as religion. Work, worship, and Jnana (knowledge) — first work, and your mind will be purified; otherwise everything will be fruitless like pouring oblations on a pile of ashes instead of in the sacred fire. When Gunanidhi comes, move from door to door of the poor and the destitute in every village of Rajputana. If people object to the kind of food you take, give it up immediately. It is preferable to live on grass for the sake of doing good to others. The Geruâ robe is not for enjoyment. It is the banner of heroic work. You must give your body, mind, and speech to "the welfare of the world". You have read— "मातृदेवो भव, पिरृदेवो भव — Look upon your mother as God, look upon your father as God" — but I say "दरिद्रदेवो भव, मूर्खदेवो भव — The poor, the illiterate, the ignorant, the afflicted — let these be your God." Know that service to these alone is the highest religion.
Ever yours, with blessings,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Epistles - Second Series/LVII Mrs. Bull

LVII
BROOKLYN,
28th Dec., 1894.
DEAR MRS. BULL,
I arrived safely in New York where Landsberg met me at the depot. I proceeded at once to Brooklyn where I arrived in time.
We had a nice evening. Several gentlemen belonging to the Ethical Culture Society came to see me.
Next Sunday we shall have a lecture. Dr. Janes was as usual very kind and good, and Mr. Higgins is as practical as ever. Here alone in New York I find more men interested in religion than in any other city, and do not know why here the interest is more amongst men than women. . . .
Herewith I send a copy of that pamphlet Mr. Higgins has published about me. Hope to send more in the future.
With my love to Miss Farmer and all the holy family,
I remain yours obediently,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Epistles - Second Series/LXVIII Mrs. Bull

LXVIII
54 WEST 33rd STREET, NEW YORK, June, 1895.
DEAR MRS. BULL,
I have just arrived home. The trip did me good, and I enjoyed the country and the hills, and especially Mr. Leggett's country-house in New York State. Poor Landsberg has gone from this house. Neither has he left one his address. May the Lord bless Landsberg wherever he goes! He is one of the few sincere souls I have had the privilege in this life to come across.
All is for good. All conjunctions are for subsequent disjunction. I hope I shall be perfectly able to work alone. The less help from men, the more from the Lord! Just now I received a letter from an Englishman in London who had lived in India in the Himalayas with two of my brethren. He asks me to come to London.
Yours,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Case for India

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1917.
THE CASE FOR INDIA
The Presidential Address Delivered by Annie Besant at the Thirty-Second Indian National Congress Held at Calcutta 26th December 1917
* Introduction
* Chapter I: Pre-War Military Expenditure
* Chapter II: Causes of the New Spirit in India
* Chapter III: Why India Demands Home Rule
** Part I: The Vital Reason
** Part II: The Secondary Reasons
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# The Case for Women's Suffrage

THE CASE
FOR
WOMEN'S SUFFRAGE
Edited by
BROUGHAM VILLIERS
With Contributions by
| MABEL ATKINSON | MARGARET MCMILLAN |
| FLORENCE BALGARNIE | ROSALIND NASH |
| EVA GORE-BOOTH | EDITH PALLISER |
| ROBERT F. CHOLMELEY | CHRISTABEL |
| C. DESPARD | PANKHURST |
| MILLICENT GARRETT | EMMELINE PANKHURST |
| FAWCETT | CONSTANCE SMEDLEY |
| J. KEIR HARDIE | BROUGHAM VILLIERS |
| NELLIE ALMA MARTEL | ISRAEL ZANGWILL |
LONDON
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THE LEADERS OF THE FOUR PARTIES ON THE SUFFRAGE QUESTION.
THE RT. HON. SIR HENRY CAMPBELL-BANNERMAN, M.P.
   "… The more I come to close quarters with the social questions which affect the great mass of the people of this country, the more am I driven to the belief that women ought to have the power of expressing their opinions on those subjects and help in their solution."
THE RT. HON. A. J. BALFOUR, M.P.
   "We have been told that to encourage women to take an active part in politics is degrading to the sex, and that received the assent of an hon. friend of mine below the gangway. It has received the assent of almost every speaker to-day. I should think myself grossly inconsistent and most ungrateful if I supported that argument in this House, for I have myself taken the chair at Primrose League Meetings, and urged to the best of my ability the women of this country to take a share in politics, and to do their best in their various localities to support the principles which I believe to be sound in the interests of the country. After that, to come down to the House, and say I have asked these women to do that which degrades them, appears to me to be most absurd."
MR. JOHN REDMOND, M.P.
   "Is it not absurd to say that a woman in this country who may be left a widow, who may have the training of her children, the regulating of their education, the forming of their character, is to have no voice whatever in the laws to govern the state of the future citizens of which she has had the training?"
MR. J. KEIR HARDIE, M.P.
   "I know of no argument in support of the grant of the franchise to men which does not equally apply to giving the franchise to women."
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# The Bengali Book of English Verse/To Britain (Roby Datta)

To Britain.
To Britain, Queen of all the Seas, Whose Alfred first did show her might, Whose Nelson, strong and bold of sprite, Did waft her fame from breeze to breeze.
The land where Caedmon saw the light, Where Chaucer shaped his harmonies, Whose Shakespeare fathom'd all that is, Whose Milton rose to starry height.
To her whose light shall e'er increase, Whose might in countless foemen's spite From land to land shall spread aright, Whose right to rule shall ne'er decrease,
To her who ever shall be bright, I, prone to perish, offer these Decaying, dying melodies, I, rushing into endless night.
# The Bengali Book of English Verse/To a Dead Crow (Kasiprasad Ghose)

To a Dead Crow.
Gay minstrel of the Indian clime! How oft at morning's rosy prime When thou didst sing in caw, caw numbers, Vexed I've awoke from my sweet slumbers, And to avoid that hateful sound, That plagues a head howe'er profound, Have walked out in my garden, where Beside the tank, in many a square, Sweet lilies, jasmines, roses bloom, Far from those trees within whose gloom Of foliage thick, thou hadst thy nest From daily toil at night to rest.
Now lifeless on the earth, cold, bare, Devoid alike of joy and care, The offals of my meal no more Attract thee as they did before. There's rubbish scattered round thee, but Thy heart is still, thine eyes are shut. No more that blunt yet useful beak From carcases thy food can seek, Or catch the young unheeded mouse, Which from the flooring of my house Urged by its hapless luck, would stray And bask beneath the solar ray.
Gay minstrel! ne'er had Death before Its dart destructive, sharpened more To pierce a gayer, mortal heart Than thine, which ah! hath felt the smart! Though life no more is warm in thee, Yet thou dost look as though 't may be That life in thee is full and warm; Not cruel death could mar thy form; Thy features, one and all, possess Still, still their former ugliness. They are in truth the very same The Indian Crow hath, known to fame.
Oh! may when death hath closed these eyes, And freed from earthly bondage, flies The spirit to eternity, Stretched at full length I lie like thee, On mother earth's cold lap, so ne'er To spin such verses out I'll dare, And please the public ear again With such discordant, silly strain, As thou didst once delight to pour At morn or noon, or evening hour. In sooth I promise this shall be My last line in addressing thee.
# The Bengali Book of English Verse/To a Young Hindu Widow (Kasiprasad Ghose)

To a Young Hindu Widow.
Ah, fair one! lone as desert flower, Whose bloom and beauty are in vain; How dark was that too fatal hour, Which brought thee lasting grief and pain!
What is the world to thee forlorn! Thine every path is desolate, From all enjoyments rudely torn, How drear and comfortless thy fate!
What pity, friendless, helpless, poor! That such should be thine early lot— Doomed to remain for ever more As if thou in this world wert not.
And is there none—O! can it be? None warm or friendly in thy cause? Has pitiless humanity Forgot its sacred ties and laws?
The rigours of a life austere, Followed by every fear and shame, Await thee as thy portion here: What is thy being but a name?
Thou may'st not, dar'st not, must not hope A joy upon the world beneath; But thou must e'er with sorrows cope, Sorrows which only end in death.
And thou art doomed to be at strife For ever with thyself, to quell The very elements of life, And every brighter thought repel.
Is this the all, or should it be The all that here to thee is left? And must the world remain to thee A scene of every charm bereft?