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d1 | A conscious fortitude sustains | | | | | | | |
d2 | Again the harbinger of light | | | | | | | |
d3 | Ah shall we see that glorious day | | | | | | | |
d4 | Ah wretched minds who still remain | | | | | | | |
d5 | All nature dies, and lives again | | | | | | | |
d6 | All nature speaks, let men give ear | | | | | | | |
d7 | And is religion all a dream | | | | | | | |
d8 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
d9 | Answer me, burning stars of night | | | | | | | |
d10 | Arrayed in clouds of golden light | | | | | | | |
d11 | As the good shepherd gently leads | | | | | | | |
d12 | At the broad portals of this house | | | | | | | |
d13 | Awake, my mind, rouse every power | | | | | | | |
d14 | Away with melancholy | | | | | | | |
d15 | Balmy seas of time and motion | | | | | | | |
d16 | Banish sorrow, banish grief | | | | | | | |
d17 | Banish sorrow, grief is folly | | | | | | | |
d18 | Behold a new, a glorious era | | | | | | | |
d19 | Blest is the man whose generous heart | | | | | | | |
d20 | Blithe, blithe to all around us | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come enter these courts | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, freeman, awaken, come, hail | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, friends give an ear | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come friendship, come endearing | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come, let us join and sing | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come my good friends, our joys | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come sons of the brave | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come ye who virtue praise | | | | | | | |
d29 | Contentment, hail | | | | | | | |
d30 | Daughter of freedom, awake | | | | | | | |
d31 | Draw the sword, freemen | | | | | | | |
d32 | Eternal Wisdom, God of love | | | | | | | |
d33 | Fresh and strong the breeze is | | | | | | | |
d34 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d35 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d36 | Full long has man, by phantoms | | | | | | | |
d37 | Gather your roses while you may | | | | | | | |
d38 | Give lovely truth the homage due | | | | | | | |
d39 | Give me some green retired spot | | | | | | | |
d40 | Gloomy winter's past away | | | | | | | |
d41 | Go search the fields of nature through | | | | | | | |
d42 | Go traverse all the world around | | | | | | | |
d43 | Great Source of beings, Fount of life | | | | | | | |
d44 | Grounded in love, may we this day | | | | | | | |
d45 | Hail, Columbia, happy land | | | | | | | |
d46 | Hail, dawning light, immortal | | | | | | | |
d47 | Hail forever, glorious science | | | | | | | |
d48 | Hail, great republic of the world | | | | | | | |
d49 | Hail, sacred peace, contentment | | | | | | | |
d50 | Hail, universe, capacious good | | | | | | | |
d51 | Hail, widsom, who can set a prize | | | | | | | |
d52 | How dear we hold this mortal | | | | | | | |
d53 | How happy the mind that, free | | | | | | | |
d54 | How happy's the man, that's free | | | | | | | |
d55 | How lovely in the arch of heaven | | | | | | | |
d56 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
d57 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
d58 | How pleasing is the lovely sight | | | | | | | |
d59 | How soft the gentle showers | | | | | | | |
d60 | How sweetly along the gay mead | | | | | | | |
d61 | How vain are idle dreams | | | | | | | |
d62 | How vain is all the charms of reason | | | | | | | |
d63 | I see the martyr march along | | | | | | | |
d64 | If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast | | | | | | | |
d65 | In gentleness reprove | | | | | | | |
d66 | In storms when clouds obscure | | | | | | | |
d67 | In the garb of the just | | | | | | | |
d68 | Joy to the world, the Light is come | | | | | | | |
d69 | Justice, eternal source | | | | | | | |
d70 | Know this, O man, and thou hast | | | | | | | |
d71 | Knowledge its empire shall extend | | | | | | | |
d72 | Let every tongue thy goodness speak | | | | | | | |
d73 | Let reason's sons in one accord | | | | | | | |
d74 | Let such as feel oppression's load [rod] | | | | | | | |
d75 | Let such as make the truth their choice | | | | | | | |
d76 | Let truth alone prevail | | | | | | | |
d77 | Let us awake to freedom's cause | | | | | | | |
d78 | Let us hail the fair prospect | | | | | | | |
d79 | Let us in a joyful mood | | | | | | | |
d80 | Life let us cherish while yet the taper glows | | | | | | | |
d81 | Lo the bright the rosy morning | | | | | | | |
d82 | Long have the nations slept | | | | | | | |
d83 | Long long hath superstition reigned | | | | | | | |
d84 | Look around the fields of nature | | | | | | | |
d85 | Lovely nature, most beautiful | | | | | | | |
d86 | March to battle field | | | | | | | |
d87 | Mid fables and fallacies, baubles of youth | | | | | | | |
d88 | Now error fast is waning | | | | | | | |
d89 | O charity, thou lovely grace | | | | | | | |
d90 | O haste not to the gilded shrine | | | | | | | |
d91 | O let the mind its slumbers break | | | | | | | |
d92 | O sons of men, throw round your eyes | | | | | | | |
d93 | O think on my fate, once I freedom employed | | | | | | | |
d94 | O where tell me where are your comforts fled | | | | | | | |
d95 | Offspring of truth, and virtue | | | | | | | |
d96 | On wings of faith, mount up, my soul, and rise | | | | | | | |
d97 | Our country, O, our native land | | | | | | | |
d98 | Pleasant is life, and sweet the light | | | | | | | |
d99 | Praise to thee, all bounteous nature | | | | | | | |
d100 | Praise to wisdom's virtuous way | | | | | | | |