Selected Memory Gems

C. W. Bardeen, 1914 - 203 ˹
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Poems for boys and girls to memorize and to enjoy.

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˹ 96 - from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine! Ay, call it
˹ 187 - the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel, that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is over
˹ 135 - than a' that! Then let us pray that come it may (As come it will for a' that), That sense an' worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, an' a' that! For a' that, an' a' that, It's coming yet for a' that That man to man, the world o'er Shall brothers be for a
˹ 73 - Each evening sees it close. Something attempted, something done, Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought! Henry Wads-worth Longfellow
˹ 126 - On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day the votive stone, That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit that made those heroes dare To die and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gentle spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
˹ 99 - Oh, better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave; Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave. Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale! Oliver W. Holmes
˹ 125 - The Concord hymn By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept, Alike the conqueror silent sleeps, And Time the ruined bridge has swept On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day
˹ 140 - The year's at the spring The year's at the spring; The day's at the morn; . Morning's at seven; The hillside's dew pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in His heaven All's right with the world. Robert Browning
˹ 101 - Excelsior The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior His brow was sad; his eyes beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The
˹ 162 - tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms. And bears his blushing honors thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And,when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening,nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many