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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah (Sheridan) Norton. (1808–1877) (continued)
 
6610
    For death and life, in ceaseless strife,
  Beat wild on this world’s shore,
And all our calm is in that balm—
  Not lost but gone before.
          Not lost but gone before.
 
Samuel Francis Smith. (1808–1895)
 
6611
    My country, ’t is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
  Of thee I sing:
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From every mountain-side
  Let freedom ring.
          America.
6612
    Our fathers’ God, to thee,
Author of liberty,
  To thee I sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom’s holy light;
Protect us by thy might,
  Great God, our King!
          America.
 
Edgar Allan Poe. (1809–1849)
 
6613
    All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
          A Dream within a Dream.
6614
    Sound loves to revel in a summer night.
          Al Aaraaf.
6615
      Years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute.
          To ———.
6616
    From a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
          The City in the Sea.