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MAN'S CURSE ON SELF.
Though mighty nations come and go,
Their rise and fall we read and know;
And yet the blighting hand of fate
Seems yet a curse to rising state.
Their rise and fall we read and know;
And yet the blighting hand of fate
Seems yet a curse to rising state.
They rear to power, then they fall,
As man does answer death's dull call.
They fall, they fall, oh, tell me why,
They fall so far from name so high?
As man does answer death's dull call.
They fall, they fall, oh, tell me why,
They fall so far from name so high?
Ambition is one greatest curse;
Are there not more, more plain and worse?
Chaldaea first did rise to fall
Judea, Greece and Rome and Gaul,
Are now but shadows of their past,
They fell, they fell, will we be last?
Are there not more, more plain and worse?
Chaldaea first did rise to fall
Judea, Greece and Rome and Gaul,
Are now but shadows of their past,
They fell, they fell, will we be last?
Did man from Cain inherit down,
The curse: On brother cast thy frown,
For in this life there seems to be
Man's curse on self he cannot see.
The curse: On brother cast thy frown,
For in this life there seems to be
Man's curse on self he cannot see.
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He slaves a brother, spurns him down,
And curses him with scorning frown
Though God has checked his mad career
And turned his slave to freedom's cheer.
And curses him with scorning frown
Though God has checked his mad career
And turned his slave to freedom's cheer.
“Then still,” he says, “I'll hold him down,
I will still curse him with my frown,
That he may think it was ordained
By higher power, cursed, and shamed.
And when of crime he is accused
I'll hunt him down, though self is bruised;
And though a trial he could demand,
I will not let him lift a hand.
Though mother weep, and wail and moan,
I will not let her save her own.
I will still curse him with my frown,
That he may think it was ordained
By higher power, cursed, and shamed.
And when of crime he is accused
I'll hunt him down, though self is bruised;
And though a trial he could demand,
I will not let him lift a hand.
Though mother weep, and wail and moan,
I will not let her save her own.
I'll lash him tightly to a stake
“And slowly burn as bones I break,
I'll raise a mob like fiends to yell.
Although 'twill drag me down to hell,
My cursed hate I will appease.
When nobler nature's blood I freeze,
I'll ask in Jesus' sacred name,
If they would quickly do the same.
“And slowly burn as bones I break,
I'll raise a mob like fiends to yell.
Although 'twill drag me down to hell,
My cursed hate I will appease.
When nobler nature's blood I freeze,
I'll ask in Jesus' sacred name,
If they would quickly do the same.
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If t'were their mother thus abused
By fiendish wretch there thus accused,
I do not say if 'twere thy son,
Thy father or some dear loved one
Who is thus burned without a trial;
But at such logic I must smile.
Although they might thus clear his name
And save him from such sinful shame,
No trial, no lawing must there be,
For but the dark side must they see.”
By fiendish wretch there thus accused,
I do not say if 'twere thy son,
Thy father or some dear loved one
Who is thus burned without a trial;
But at such logic I must smile.
Although they might thus clear his name
And save him from such sinful shame,
No trial, no lawing must there be,
For but the dark side must they see.”
Oh man look on these hellish deeds
And see the sorrow that it breeds;
That in this mobbing, man's depraved,
And is by anger cursed, enslaved.
And see the sorrow that it breeds;
That in this mobbing, man's depraved,
And is by anger cursed, enslaved.
Though God has blessed our mighty land,
Yet with such deeds it cannot stand.
'Twil drag the rising brilliant youth
To turn from honor and from truth.
Yet with such deeds it cannot stand.
'Twil drag the rising brilliant youth
To turn from honor and from truth.
Our good deeds need no cover dark,
And noble thoughts will like a spark
Ignite a tinder in the soul.
To see dark clouds that round us roll,
To cast a spell of sin and shame
That dupe our lives and mar our name.
And noble thoughts will like a spark
Ignite a tinder in the soul.
To see dark clouds that round us roll,
To cast a spell of sin and shame
That dupe our lives and mar our name.
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Recount the tales of nations past,
And mind them down clear to the last,
And mark t'was crime that made them fall,
Thought union brought them high o'er all.
Until anarchy cursed their name,
For in themselves did grow their shame.
And mind them down clear to the last,
And mark t'was crime that made them fall,
Thought union brought them high o'er all.
Until anarchy cursed their name,
For in themselves did grow their shame.
A mob's wrath like “The Scourge of God,”
Will bring a curse where ere it's trod
To blight the work of Christian years
And bring our nation woe and tears.
Will bring a curse where ere it's trod
To blight the work of Christian years
And bring our nation woe and tears.
It cannot stand. It cannot stand,
If so 'twil cause God's mighty hand
To reek some vengeance on our land.
It cannot stand. It cannot stand.
If so 'twil cause God's mighty hand
To reek some vengeance on our land.
It cannot stand. It cannot stand.
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