MODERN MISSIONARY HYMN.
O WHITE wings flying eastward,
O white wings flying west,
O steam-throats speaking blessings
Across the ocean's breast!
Ye are the mighty agents
That link our human hands,
And tell a common heaven,
To near and distant lands.
O white wings flying west,
O steam-throats speaking blessings
Across the ocean's breast!
Ye are the mighty agents
That link our human hands,
And tell a common heaven,
To near and distant lands.
Fair Commerce!—Groveling Priestess,
They say who know thee not,—
Thy rising fame shall brighten
Till darkness is forgot;
Earth ever crowns the victor to whom is honor due
And hands shall twine the laurel
Who plait for thee the rue;
They say who know thee not,—
Thy rising fame shall brighten
Till darkness is forgot;
Earth ever crowns the victor to whom is honor due
And hands shall twine the laurel
Who plait for thee the rue;
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