QUOTATIONS FOR JULY 



1. From our Dominion never 

 Take thy protecting hand ! 

 United, Lord, forever, 



Keep thou our father's land ! 



John Campbell, Duke of Argyll. 



2. Then came hot July, boiling like to fire, 

 That all his garments he had cast 



away. Spenser. 



3. How sleep the brave who sink to rest 

 By all their country's wishes bless'd ! 



Collins. 



4. When Freedom, from her mountain 



height, 



Unfurled her standard to the air, 

 She tore the azure robe of night, 

 And set the stars of glory there. 



Drake. 



5. I have closed my books and hidden my 



slate, 



And thrown my satchel across the gate. 

 My school is out for a season of rest, 

 And now for the schoolroom I love the 



best. Bates. 



6. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we 



roam, 



His first, best country ever is at home. 

 Goldsmith. 



1. My country's good with a respect more 



tender, 



More holy and profound, than mine 

 own life. Shakespeare. 



8. No path of flowers leads to glory. 



La Fontaine. 



9. A peace no other season knows, 

 Hushes the heavens and wraps the 



ground. Bryant. 



10. Our fathers fought for liberty, 

 They struggled long and well ; 

 History of their deeds can tell 

 But ourselves must set us free. 



Lowell. 



11. This hand, to tyrants ever sworn the 



foe, 



For Freedom only deals the deadly 

 blow. J. Q. Adams. 



12. Loud is the summer's busy song, 



The smallest breeze can find a tongue, 

 While insects of each tiny size 

 Grow teasing with their melodies, 

 Till noon burns with its blistering 



breath 



Around, and day lies still as death. 

 Clare. 



13. They are slaves who dare not be 

 In the right with two or three. 



Lowell. 



14. When .the scarlet cardinal tells 

 Her dream to the dragon fly, 



And the lazy breeze makes a nest in 



the trees 

 And murmurs a lullaby, 



.It is July. Sweet. 



15. QfcHfrtive land! through weal and woe, 

 Thou hast my heart where'er I go. 



Peck. 



16. And look at the broad-faced sun, how 



he smiles 

 On the dewy earth that smiles In his 



ray, 

 On the leaping waters and gay young 



isles ; 

 Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom 



away. Bryant. 



17. I must be measured by my soul! 

 The mind's the measure of the man. 



Watts. 



18. Where'er one man may help another 

 There is the true man's birthplace 



grand, 

 His is a world-wide fatherland ! 



Lowell. 



19. Were half the power that fills the world 



with terror, 

 Were half the wealth bestowed on camp 



and courts 

 Given to redeem the human mind from 



error, 

 There were no need of arsenals nor 



forts. Longfellow. 



20. The Summer looks out from her brazen 



tower, 



Through the flashing bars of July. 

 Thompson. 



21. Breathes there the man with soul so 



dead 



Who never to himself hath said, 

 This is my own, my native land? 



Scott. 



22. When faith is lost, when honor dies, 



The man is dead. Whittier. 



23. My schoolroom lies on the meadow wide, 

 Where under the clover the sunbeams 



hide, 

 Where the long vines cling to the 



mossy bars, 

 And the daisies twinkle like fallen 



stars. Bates. 



24. The crowning fact 

 The brightest act 



Of Freedom is the freeman's vote. 

 Whittier. 



25. The love of liberty with life is given, 

 And life itself the inferior gift of 



Heaven. Dryden. 



26. And how can man die better 

 Than facing fearful odds 

 For the ashes of his fathers 

 And the temples of his gods? 



Macau lay. 



27. Britannia needs no bulwarks, 

 No towers along the steep ; 



Her march is o'er the mountain waves, 

 Her home is on the deep. Campbell. 



28. When the heat like a mist veil floats, 

 And poppies flame in the rye, 



And the silver note in the streamlet's 



throat 

 Has softened almost to a sigh, 



It is July. Sweet. 



29. Strike for your altars and your fires! 

 Strike for the green graves of your 



sires ! 



God, and your native land ! 



Halleck. 



30. And feeling hearts, touch them but 



lightly, pour 



A thousand melodies unheard before ! 

 Rogers. 



31. They love their land, because it is their 



And scorn to give aught othor reason 

 why. Halleck. 



