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Might And Right.
MIGHT AND RIGHT .
Poetry .
BY BRO . J . LEE STEVENS , P . G . S- , & C . Let power ' s tool work power ' s will , With eager heart and ready hand , Against their prowess and their skill I humbly take my stand ! A tyrant ' s frown I will not
flee—To stay his slave I'll not be slow;—The frowner shall have frowns from me , Tlie minion , blow for blow ! The mighty , ere they make their boast , On warnings past should ponder well ; The giant of th' oppressor ' s host By youthful David fell !
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SUGGESTED ON RETURNING TO THE MUSIC HALL , WAKEFIELD , AFTER THE SPLENDID PERFORMANCE OF STRAUSS' BAND . Where are those strains that woke the night , With such soul thrilling melody , And harmony divine ? For purer realms they ' ve wing'd their way , To seek in cloudless , endless day ,
A more congenial clime ! Quick beat the pulse ! bright flash'd the eye ! As through the hall the music swept In numbers deep ancl grand : Now soft and clear , now loud ancl strong , Th' enchanting magic flow'd along , Like waves upon the strand .
What though those strains are heard no more ! Still shall they fondly cherish'd be , In memory ' s dearest cell ; There slumb ' ring shall their sound remain , 'Till echoed on the soul again , By faery fancy ' s spell . If then these mortal strains can raise
Our souls above this earthly sphere , And joy to us afford ; What rapture ! when the grateful song Of countless angels shall prolong The praises of the Lord . CHARLES CLAPHAM ,
Wakefield . W . M . Unanimity , No . 179 .
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Might And Right.
MIGHT AND RIGHT .
Poetry .
BY BRO . J . LEE STEVENS , P . G . S- , & C . Let power ' s tool work power ' s will , With eager heart and ready hand , Against their prowess and their skill I humbly take my stand ! A tyrant ' s frown I will not
flee—To stay his slave I'll not be slow;—The frowner shall have frowns from me , Tlie minion , blow for blow ! The mighty , ere they make their boast , On warnings past should ponder well ; The giant of th' oppressor ' s host By youthful David fell !
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SUGGESTED ON RETURNING TO THE MUSIC HALL , WAKEFIELD , AFTER THE SPLENDID PERFORMANCE OF STRAUSS' BAND . Where are those strains that woke the night , With such soul thrilling melody , And harmony divine ? For purer realms they ' ve wing'd their way , To seek in cloudless , endless day ,
A more congenial clime ! Quick beat the pulse ! bright flash'd the eye ! As through the hall the music swept In numbers deep ancl grand : Now soft and clear , now loud ancl strong , Th' enchanting magic flow'd along , Like waves upon the strand .
What though those strains are heard no more ! Still shall they fondly cherish'd be , In memory ' s dearest cell ; There slumb ' ring shall their sound remain , 'Till echoed on the soul again , By faery fancy ' s spell . If then these mortal strains can raise
Our souls above this earthly sphere , And joy to us afford ; What rapture ! when the grateful song Of countless angels shall prolong The praises of the Lord . CHARLES CLAPHAM ,
Wakefield . W . M . Unanimity , No . 179 .