Call them from the dead
Canst thou by searching find out God

Diffused throughout infinitude of space
Fall, fall ye ancient litanies and creeds
For me to have made one soul

Gently fall the evening shadows

God of ages and of nations

Go, my child, thus saith the highest

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Happy they who are not weary
Hast thou midst life's empty noises

Have you heard the golden city
Heaven is here

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He who has the truth and keeps it
Honour to him who freely gives .
Hours there will come of soulless night
How happy is he born and taught
How little of ourselves we know
Hush the loud cannon's roar.

Live for something, be not idle

Live thou thy life; nor take thou heed.
Looking on Nature I have often felt

Make channels for the streams of love.

Make us a god, said man

May all the good deeds of the past

Men whose boast it is

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Oh! I would sing a song of praise.

Tell me not in mournful numbers
That man is great, and he alone
The heart it hath its own estate
The kings of old have shrine and tomb
The place of worship is not bound
The presence of perpetual change
The present, the present is all thou hast
There are lonely hearts to cherish
There's a strife we all must wage.
There is in every human heart
There is no wind but soweth seeds
The sage his cup of hemlock quaffed
These things shall be! A loftier race
Though wandering in a stranger-land
Thou long-disowned, reviled, oppressed
'Tis not by dreaming and delay

To light that shines in stars and souls.
True worth is in being, not seeming
Truth is great and must prevail

Weary of myself, and sick of asking
We see but dimly through the mists

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Why thus longing, thus for ever sighing
Work, it is thy highest mission

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Ye moments of eternal time

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