Peter and Michael were two little menikin,
They kept a cock and a fat little henikin;
Instead of an egg, it laid a gold penikin,
Oh, how they wish it would do it againikin!

1. Permit us, Lord, to consecrate Our
2. All earthly beings here who move Ex-
first ripe fruits of early days To
perience thy paternal care, And
Thee, whose care to us is great, Whose
feel the influence of thy love, Which
love demands our constant praise.
sweetens life from year to year.

3. Our morn of years which smile in bloom,
And those arrived at eve of age,
Must bow beneath thy sovereign doom,
And quit this frail, this mortal stage.

4. Conduct us safe through each event
And changing scene of life below,

The perils and the dangers of the voyage being past,
And the ship at Portsmouth arrived at last,
The sails all furled, and the anchor cast,
The happiest of the crew was Jack Robinson.
For his Poll he had trinkets and gold galore,
Besides prize money quite a store,
And along with the crew he went ashore,
As coxswain to the boat, Jack Robinson.

He met with a man and said, " I say,
Perhaps you know one Polly Gray?
She lives somewhere hereabout;" the man said, " Nay,
I do not, indeed," to Jack Robinson.

Perhaps
You will remember
John Brown.

John Brown
Who took his gun,
Took twenty-one companions
White and black,
Went to shoot your way to freedom
Where two rivers meet
And the hills of the
North
And the hills of the
South
Look slow at one another—
And died
For your sake.

Now that you are
Many years free,
And the echo of the Civil War
Has passed away,
And Brown himself
Has long been tried at law,
Hanged by the neck,
And buried in the ground—
Since Harpers Ferry

Perhaps today the clouds will part asunder,
Reveal a glory brighter than the sun,
And we shall view with transport, joy and wonder,
The hope of earth and heaven's beloved One.

Perhaps today the world's last taunt shall grieve us,
And Satan, foiled, his final dart shall cast,
And all our flesh's frailties shall leave us,
And disappointment evermore be past.

Perhaps today from weary beds of anguish
God's suffering saints shall breathe their final sigh,
In glory rise, no more on earth to languish,

Perhaps He will come at the dawning
Of a beautiful summer day,
When the birds and flowers are awakening
To welcome the sun's first ray,
And the eastern sky will brighten
With the light of the dawn's caress
And herald the swift arising
Of the " Sun of Righteousness. "

Perhaps He will come at the evening
When, weary of toil and care,
We rest and watch as the darkness
Creeps o'er the landscape fair,
And behind, the stars in their beauty
Shine forth from their depths afar,
But their radiance dims in the glory

Perception of an object costs
Precise the Object's loss —
Perception in itself a Gain
Replying to its Price —
The Object Absolute — is nought —
Perception sets it fair
And then upbraids a Perfectness
That situates so far —

The Peppery Man was cross and thin;
He scolded out and scolded in;
He shook his fist, his hair he tore;
He stamped his feet and slammed the door.

Heigh ho, the Peppery Man,
The rabid, crabbed Peppery Man!
Oh, never since the world began
Was anyone like the Peppery Man.

His ugly temper was so sour
He often scolded for an hour;
He gnashed his teeth and stormed and scowled,
He snapped and snarled and yelled and howled.

He wore a fierce and savage frown;
He scolded up and scolded down;
He scolded over field and glen,

The people's flag is deepest red,
It sheltered oft our martyred dead;
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their hearts' blood dyed in its every fold.

Chorus:

Then raise the scarlet standard high,
Beneath its shade we'll live and die.
Tho' cowards flinch and traitors sneer
We'll keep the red flag flying here!

Look 'round! The Frenchman loves its blaze;
The sturdy German chants its praise;
In Moscow's vaults its hymns are sung;

People who buy flowers in Ch'ang-an
pay millions for just a few stems.
Beside the road there is a hungry man:
they don't give him a single cent.