 | 1856 - 782 psl.
...rainne these flowers, my brother — The gold of the Sly and green of our land — For, oh ! while they aid us in hating each other, Far better our isle were a desert of sand. Oh ! say not ye deem that the God of Creation Had love in his heart, when he lighted this world With beauties... | |
 | HODGES - 1856 - 780 psl.
...mingle these flower*, my brother—- The gold of the lily and green of our land— For, oh ! while they aid us in hating each other, Far better our isle were a desert of sand. II. Oh ! say not ye deem that the God of Creation Had love in his heart, when he lighted this world... | |
 | HODGES - 1856 - 780 psl.
...mingle these flower*, my brother—- The gold of the lily and green of our land— For, oh ! while they aid us in hating each other, Far better our isle were a desert of sand. II. Oh ! say not ye deem that the God of Creation Had love in his heart, when he lighted this world... | |
 | Annie Emma Challice - 1857 - 368 psl.
...Schools— how many ! And how often the result of individual sympathy and its self denial ! With the Bagged Schools, I confess to your indulgent Grace," she added,...see overflowing. And of Sect. " ' If it aid us in hitting each other Far hetter our isle were a desert of sand. Oh ! hate not, but pity, your brother,... | |
 | Francis Davis - 1878 - 672 psl.
...mingle these flowers, my brother — The gold of the lily and green of our land — For, oh ! while they aid us in hating each other, Far better our Isle were a desert of sand ! Ah ! say not you feel that the God of creation Had love in His heart, when He lighted this world... | |
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Gleam forthwith their dower-thoughts — emerald and golden Where many a light-leaving angel hath trod. Then lovingly mingle these flower*, my brother—- The gold of the lily and green of our land— For, oh ! while they aid us in hating each other,... 