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6.  “Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is good steadily hastening towards immortality.  And the vast all that is called evil I saw hastening to merge itself, and become lost and dead.”

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7.  “We one day descried some shapeless object drifting at a distance.  At sea, everything that breaks the monotony of the surrounding expanse attracts attention.  It proved to be the mast of a ship that must have been completely wrecked; for there were the remains of handkerchiefs, by which some of the crew had fastened themselves to this spar, to prevent their being washed off by the waves.

“There was no trace by which the name of the ship could be ascertained.  The wreck had evidently drifted about for many months; clusters of shell-fish had fastened about it, and long sea-weeds flaunted at its sides.  But where, thought I, are the crew?  Their struggle has long been over.  They have gone down amidst the roar of the tempest.  Their bones lie whitening among the caverns of the deep.  Silence, oblivion, like the waves, have closed over them, and no one can tell the story of their end.”

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8.  “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.”

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9.  “Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations.  Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.”

EXERCISES FOR TRANSITION.

1.  “O, how our organ can speak with its many and wonderful voices!—­
    Play on the soft lute of love, blow the loud trumpet of war,
    Sing with the high sesquialtro, or, drawing its full diapason,
    Shake all the air with the grand storm of its pedals and stops.”

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2.  “The combat deepens.  On, ye brave,
    Who rush to glory or the grave! 
    Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave,
      And charge with all thy chivalry!

   “Ah! few shall part where many meet! 
    The snow shall be their winding sheet,
    And every turf beneath their feet
      Shall be a soldier’s sepulcher.”

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3.  “Lo, dim in the starlight their white tents appear! 
    Ride softly! ride slowly! the onset is near
    More slowly! more softly! the sentry may hear! 
    Now fall on the foe like a tempest of flame! 
    Strike down the false banner whose triumph were shame! 
    Strike, strike for the true flag, for freedom and fame!”