“Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace; East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease; Sing the song of great joy that the angels began, Sing the glory to God and of good-will to man!” MenLongJoySongBattleGloryAngelWestSouthBlowEastCeaseChristmasMarchQuarrelsGood WillGlory Of GodGreat JoyNorth And South Book:Poems of John Greenleaf Whittier Source: Poems of John Greenleaf Whittier
“These are thy glorious works Parent of Good, Almighty, thine this universal Frame, Thus wondrous fair; thy self how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitst above these Heavens To us invisible or dimly seen In these thy lowest works, yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and Power Divine: Speak ye who best can tell, ye Sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, Day without Night, Circle his Throne rejoicing, ye in Heav'n, On Earth join all ye Creatures to extoll Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.” FirstsEndsSelfGodLightEarthLastsNightSongSpeakHeavenParentDivineSonCreaturesGoodnessAngelFairsUniversalCirclesInvisibleGloriousMidstRejoiceAlmightyThronesLowestSymphonyWondrousUnspeakable Author:John Milton
“If you and I shall, like the believing shepherds, watch and long for His appearing, one day we, too, shall hear a music grander and sweeter even than the song of angels, when the great Composer shall transpose all the strains of earth from the minor into the major, when the wail of nature shall give way to the glad harmony of the everlasting jubilee.” IfsWayGivingBelieveLongEarthSongWatchesOne DayMajorsAngelHarmonyGladComposerMinorsStrainEverlastingAppearingShepherdsJubilee Author:Abbott Eliot Kittredge
“For centuries poets, some poets, have tried to give a voice to the animals, and readers, some readers, have felt empathy and sorrow. If animals did have voices, and they could speak with the tongues of angels-at the very least with the tongues of angels-they would be unable to save themselves from us. What good would language do? Their mysterious otherness has not saved them, nor have their beautiful songs and coats and skins and shells and eyes.” IfsGivingWould BeEyeBeautifulSongSpeakLanguageFeltVoiceAnimalCenturyPoetReaderSorrowEmpathyAngelSkinsTongueSavedMysteriousShellsCoatsOtherness Book:Ill Nature: Rants and Reflections on Humanity and Other Animals Source: Ill Nature: Rants and Reflections on Humanity and Other Animals
“As the Christian's sorrows multiply, his patience grows, until, with sweet, unruffled quiet, he can confront the ills of life, and, though inwardly wincing, can calmly pursue his way to the restful grave, while his old, harsh voice is softly cadenced into sweetest melody, like the faint notes of an angel's whispered song. As patience deepens, charity and sympathy increase.” WayChristianSongGrowsVoiceSweetSorrowQuietAngelIncreaseNotesCharityGravesPursueMelodyHarshSweetestRestful Author:George Horace Lorimer
“Seek to make life henceforth a consecrated thing; that so, when the sunset is nearing, with its murky vapors and lowering skies, the very clouds of sorrow may be fringed with golden light. Thus will the song in the house of your pilgrimage be always the truest harmony. It will be composed of no jarring, discordant notes; but with all its varied tones will form one sustained, life-long melody; dropped for a moment in death, only to be resumed with the angels, and blended with the everlasting cadences of your Father's house.” MayLongMomentsLightFormSongFatherHouseSkySorrowAngelHarmonyNotesCloudsGoldenToneSunsetMelodyEverlastingLong LifeTruestPilgrimageVaporCadenceConsecrationGolden Light Author:John Ross Macduff
“The first song I sent over was Up All Night. People say that sounds like Angels on a Blink record. Well, no - that's just me!” PeopleFirstsWellsNightSongSoundRecordsAngelAll NightBlinkUp All Night Author:Tom DeLonge