rture! We are the children of the nineteenth century, have
been nourished upon the humane laws of this noble country, we are sons
of God, brothers of Christ, heirs of glory, immortals. Let us assume the
majesty of our being, drape ourselves in our heaven-woven robes of love,
open our hearts to the poor and wretched, instruct the ignorant, reclaim
the vicious, bear each other's burdens, frown on vice, give up our petty
vanities, cease our frivolous excuses that, we have no influence, when
every one of us has an immortal in charge, use our strength to forbid
oppression, whether of individuals or nationalities. Then might the day
seen by the prophets, sung by poets, and believed in by devout hearts,
dawn upon this planet before the blessed '65 were tolled to rest.

"A man shall be more precious than gold, ay, than the finest of gold."

"The fool shall no more be called prince, nor the deceitful great."

"And He shall judge among many people, and rebuke strong nations afar
off; and they shall beat their swords into ploughshares, and their
spears into spades; nation shall not take sword against nation; neither
shall they learn war any more.

"And every man shall sit under his own vine and fig tree, and there
shall be none to make them afraid."

"I will give my laws into their mind, and I will write them in their
heart; and I will be their God; and they shall be my people."

Peace on earth, good will toward men, still peal the Christmas bells,
until the frosty air seems quivering with the new joy of humanity.

Fair voyage through the realms of Space, the universe of stars, the
passionate throbs of Time, with thy precious human freight, O lovely
Planet, cradling our dead in thy green bosom, and uniting the living in
one great nation; and may the brightest sunshine fall upon thy flowers
until thy young Immortals are all landed in the Port of Heaven!

'COR UNUM, VIA UNA.'

GOD BLESS OUR NATIVE LAND!

From every clime, and name, and race,
The thronging myriads came,
A mighty Empire's bounds to trace,
A wilderness to tame!

_Chorus_--From mountain peak to sear-girt shore,
Let Freedom's noble band
Uplift the song thrills each heart's core:
God bless our native land!

Columbia's plains are broad and fair,
Each coast an ocean laves,
Vast lakes and streams fleet navies bear
Upon their sun-lit waves.

_Chorus._

Her mountains towering meet the skies,
Her vales are