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“Up! Stir the rough logs to a ruddier glow!And spread forth the gladsome cheer!For the night hangs dark on the plain below,And the swift-winged storm is near!”(Full oft my first,When loud storms burst,Shelters some wanderer from their worst!)“Let the white sail flutter free and wide!How our smooth prow cuts the laughing foam!Faster, yet faster, oh, may we glide!For we’re going home, boys!—going home!”(May the good God’s handKeep that gallant bandFrom my second’s wrath, and guide to land!)“Let the song be heard, the dance, and mirth!Glad be each heart, each step be light!Away with care and the woes of earth!Gay be the festal hall to-night!”(So the revelers sang,And the goblets rang,While my third kept chime with a glimmering clang!)“To the strife! to the strife!—’tis the trumpet calls!The foeman comes! To arms, ye brave!On, soldiers, on! He wins, who falls,A lasting fame and a patriot’s grave!”(May God’s own might,In the hour of fight,Help those who strive for my whole and the right!)
“Up! Stir the rough logs to a ruddier glow!And spread forth the gladsome cheer!For the night hangs dark on the plain below,And the swift-winged storm is near!”(Full oft my first,When loud storms burst,Shelters some wanderer from their worst!)
“Up! Stir the rough logs to a ruddier glow!
And spread forth the gladsome cheer!
For the night hangs dark on the plain below,
And the swift-winged storm is near!”
(Full oft my first,
When loud storms burst,
Shelters some wanderer from their worst!)
“Let the white sail flutter free and wide!How our smooth prow cuts the laughing foam!Faster, yet faster, oh, may we glide!For we’re going home, boys!—going home!”(May the good God’s handKeep that gallant bandFrom my second’s wrath, and guide to land!)
“Let the white sail flutter free and wide!
How our smooth prow cuts the laughing foam!
Faster, yet faster, oh, may we glide!
For we’re going home, boys!—going home!”
(May the good God’s hand
Keep that gallant band
From my second’s wrath, and guide to land!)
“Let the song be heard, the dance, and mirth!Glad be each heart, each step be light!Away with care and the woes of earth!Gay be the festal hall to-night!”(So the revelers sang,And the goblets rang,While my third kept chime with a glimmering clang!)
“Let the song be heard, the dance, and mirth!
Glad be each heart, each step be light!
Away with care and the woes of earth!
Gay be the festal hall to-night!”
(So the revelers sang,
And the goblets rang,
While my third kept chime with a glimmering clang!)
“To the strife! to the strife!—’tis the trumpet calls!The foeman comes! To arms, ye brave!On, soldiers, on! He wins, who falls,A lasting fame and a patriot’s grave!”(May God’s own might,In the hour of fight,Help those who strive for my whole and the right!)
“To the strife! to the strife!—’tis the trumpet calls!
The foeman comes! To arms, ye brave!
On, soldiers, on! He wins, who falls,
A lasting fame and a patriot’s grave!”
(May God’s own might,
In the hour of fight,
Help those who strive for my whole and the right!)
271. Why do trees often change their places?
272. Can a leopard change his spots?
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