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Let us rest ourselves a bit!
Worry?-- wave your hand to it --
Kiss your finger-tips and smile
It farewell a little while.
A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
On the same afternoon! Indeed I know
Here in the South it always happens so,
HAIL Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!
Not dull art Thou as undiscerning Night;
But studious only to remove from sight
HAIL, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye
We can approach, thy sorrow to behold,
Yet is the heart not pitiless nor cold;
'HAIL, Columbia! Happy land!
Hail, ye heroes, heaven-born band,
HAIL! Childish slaves of social rules
You had yourselves a hand in making!
How I could shake your faith, ye fools,
If but I thought it worth the shaking.
When conquerors lift the bloody shield,
Showing the fallen's ooze of life,
And on a waste of blasted field
Joy quickens to the drum and fife,
(A Christian Love-Song, I Sing … I Also Call This:
Loyal-Royalty, Long May He Reign)
All Hail … Your Son, The King!
All hail to the Czar! By the fringe of the foam
That thunders, untamed, around Albion's shore,
HAIL, guest, and enter freely! All you see
Is, for your momentary visit, yours; and we
Who welcome you are but the guests of God,
And know not our departure.
Hail to the old ones who stand before
approaching the shadows of heavens door
hail even more to those raising hell
and have a lot to teach and tell
Anthem, (from the Latin - antiphona, sounding against,
responsive sound, singing opposite, alternate chant)
is a hymn of praise which is also responsive in nature.
Hail our school, the Pathway International School
The great pathway for academic excellence
Where our faith in the Almighty is solid like rock
At Pathway International School
Hail to the Buckeyes! ! ! !
Hail to the best.
Hail to the real victors
as they stomp over the trash.
Woe unto America,
With its gun toting troubled souls.
Woe unto America,
'Woe unto America! '
Exclaim the urban prophets:
In rapt graffiti visions.
© Peter Lungile Chidothe
Hail the king, hail the king, you dwellers of all kind
Be gentle, be still, for here he comes
Hail thy shades of marigold
Against all odds, we're ever bold
Fear not as twilight shall unfold
Flames of hope til hundreds old
I have seen mountains
Clasped at their peaks,
Perpetually, through the seasons,
And winged creatures, in flock,