Julia Ward
Julia Ward
answer god marching
Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!/ Our God is marching on.
men marching-on lilies
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free.
eye marching-on glory
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord -
marching-on lamps evening
I have seen him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps, I have read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His Day is marching on.
crush hero marching-on
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
morning marching-on brave
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave, He is wisdom to the mighty, he is succour to the brave, So the world shall be his footstool, and the soul of Time his slave, Our God is marching on.
coming eyes glory grapes mine seen vintage wrath
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.
balance blood indicate nor sword violence wipe
Disarm, disarm. The sword of murder is not the balance of justice. Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence indicate possession.
strokes writers-and-writing
The strokes of the pen need deliberation as much as the sword needs swiftness.
serenity mind morality
Politeness induces morality. Serenity of manners requires serenity of mind.
past remembrance feelings
I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.
divine-wisdom theology ingenuity
Theology in general seems to me a substitution of human ingenuity for divine wisdom.
light soul brain
When the unwelcome little unborn shall have seen the light my brain will be lightened, and I shall have a clearer mind. Thank God that even this weary nine months shall come to an end and leave me in possession of my own body and my own soul.
stars struggle fighting
The flag of our stately battles, not struggles of wrath and greed, Its stripes were a holy lesson, its spangles a deathless creed: 'T was red with the blood of freemen and white with the fear of the foe; And the stars that fight in their courses 'gainst tyrants its symbols know.