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When Duty comes a-knocking at your gate,
Welcome him in; for if you bid him wait,
He will depart only to come once more
And bring seven other duties to your door.

 

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For shame! Deny that thou bear’st love to any,
Who for thyself art so improvident.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov’d of many,
But that thou none lov’st is most evident;
For thou art so possess’d with murd’rous hate
That ‘gainst thyself thou stick’st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind!
Shall hate be fairer lodg’d than gentle love?
Be as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove.
Make thee another self for love of me,
That beauty still may live in thine or thee.

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I slept and dreamed that life was Beauty:
I woke and found that life was Duty:
Was then thy dream a shadowy lie?
Toil on, sad heart, courageously,
And thou shalt find thy dream to be
A noonday light and truth to thee.

 

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William Henry Harrison

A song during William Henry Harrison’s presidential campaign
against incumbent Martin Van Buren:

What has caused this great commotion, motion,
…….Our country through?
…….It is the ball a-rolling on,
For Tippecanoe and Tyler too, Tippecanoe and Tyler too.
And with them we’ll beat little Van, Van, Van;
…….Van is a used-up man.

 

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“Rain and rain! and rain and rain!”
Yesterday we muttered
Grimly as the grim refrain
That the thunders uttered;
All the heavens under cloud –
All the sunshine sleeping;
All the grasses limply bowed
With their weight of weeping. 

Sigh and sigh! and sigh and sigh!
Never end of sighing;
Rain and rain for our reply –
Hopes half drowned and dying;
Peering through the window-pane,
Naught but endless raining –
Endless sighing, and, as vain,
Endlessly complaining. 

Shine and shine! and shine and shine!
Ah! to-day the splendor! –
All this glory yours and mine –
God! but God is tender!
We to sigh instead of sing,
Yesterday in sorrow,
While the Lord was fashioning
This for our Tomorrow!

 

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Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.

 

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She slept beneath a tree –
Remembered but by me.
I touched her Cradle mute –
She recognized the foot –
Put on her carmine suit
………
And see!

 

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In spite of all the learned have said,
I still my old opinion keep:
The posture that we give the dead
Points out the soul’s eternal sleep.

Not so the ancients of these lands:
The Indian, when from life released,
Again is seated with his friends,
And shares again the joyous feast.

His imaged birds and painted bowl,
And venison for a journey dressed,
Bespeak the nature of the soul –
ACTIVITY that knows no rest.

His bow for action ready bent,
And arrows with a head of stone,
Can only mean that life is spent,
And not the old ideas gone.

Thou, stranger, that shalt come this way,
No fraud upon the dead commit:
Observe the swelling turf, and say,
“They do not lie, but here they sit!

Here still a lofty rock remains,
On which the curious eye may trace
(Now wasted, half, by wearing rains)
The fancies of a ruder race.

Here still an aged elm aspires,
Beneath whose far-projecting shade
(And which the shepherd still admires)
The children of the forest played.

There oft a restless Indian queen,
Pale Shebah, with her braided hair,
And many a barbarous form is seen,
To chide the man that lingers there.

By midnight moons, o’er moistening dews,
In habit for the chase arrayed,
The hunter still the deer pursues,
The hunter and the deer a shade.

And long shall timorous fancy see
The painted chief and pointed spear,
And Reason’s self shall bow the knee
To shadows and delusions here.

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The moon’s on the lake, and the mist’s on the brae,
And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day:
Then gather, gather, gather, Grigalach!
Gather, gather, gather, Grigalach!

Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew,
Must be heard but by night in our vengeful haloo!
Then haloo, Grigalach! haloo, Grigalach!
Haloo, haloo, haloo, Grigalach!

Glen Orchy’s proud mountains, Coalchuirn and her towers,
Glenstrae and Glenlyon no longer are ours;
We’re landless, landless, landless, Grigalach!
Landless, landless, landless, Grigalach!

But doom’d and devoted by vassal and lord,
MacGregor has still both his heart and his sword!
Then courage, courage, courage, Grigalach!
Courage, courage, courage, Grigalach!

If they rob us of name, and pursue us with beagles,
Give their roofs to the flame, and their flesh to the eagles!
Then vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Grigalach!
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Grigalach!

While there’s leaves in the forest, and foam on the river,
MacGregor, despite them, shall flourish for ever!
Come then, Grigalach, come then, Grigalach!
Come then, come then, come then, Grigalach!

Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed shall career,
Oe’r the peak of Ben-Lomond the galley shall steer,
And the rocks of Craig-Royston like icicles melt,
Ere our wrongs be forgot, or our vengeance unfelt!
Then gather, gather, gather, Grigalach!
Gather, gather, gather, Grigalach!

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Sung on Youtube (4:42) – (4:42) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vvdz4yfaag

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background: https://www.highlandtitles.com/2015/06/clans-of-scotland-macgregor/

 

 

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pt8Syxa

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The light in the forest is rare
Like diamonds unseen on a trail.
So when it shines through the green air,
It seems like a spotlight in scale. 

The moment is magic with haze,
Like fairies have sprinkled their dust
And one should stop walking and gaze
At shadows the shaft has now mussed. 

The forests of life, path obscure,
May suddenly fill with a light,
Revealing the path clear and pure
Like full moon illuming the night. 

Then, quickly, if wise, one must choose
The path that has opened to view,
Or else he may evermore lose
The way that is found by the few.

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photo by Kevin Tuck at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/pt8Syxa/Forest+sunlight

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

 

 

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