Memorial Services Held in the House of Representatives of the United States: Together with Remarks Presented in Eulogy of Philip Allen Bennett, Late a Representative from Missouri
U.S. Government Printing Office, 1945 - 81 pagina's
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Pagina 43 - God give us Men! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor — men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue, And scorn his treacherous flatteries without winking ; Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty and in private thinking; For while the rabble, with their thumb-worn creeds, Their...
Pagina 14 - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, • •*" •, That Life is ever lord of Death, ^ j^* And Love can never lose its own! We sped the time with stories old, Wrought puzzles out, and riddles told, Or stammered from our school-book lore "The Chief of Gambia's golden shore.
Pagina 32 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song! Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong! Our fathers...
Pagina 14 - When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer ; Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o'ershading, But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there. So shall it be at last, in that bright morning, When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee ; Oh, in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning, Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee ! HARRIET BEECHER STOWE.
Pagina 55 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar. When I put out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound or foam. When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.
Pagina 81 - Resolved, That the Sergeant at Arms of the House be authorized and directed to take such steps as may be necessary for carrying out the provisions of these resolutions and that the necessary expenses In connection therewith be paid out of the contingent fund of the House. Resolved, That the Clerk communicate these resolutions to the Senate and transmit a copy thereof to the family of the deceased.
Pagina 55 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
Pagina 58 - Let me live out my years in heat of blood ! Let me die drunken with the dreamer's wine ! Let me not see this soul-house built of mud Go toppling to the dust — a vacant shrine. Let me go quickly, like a candle light Snuffed out just at the heyday of its glow.