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Paperback Photosynthetic Systems: Structure, Function, and Assembly Book

ISBN: 0471901784

ISBN13: 9780471901785

Photosynthetic Systems: Structure, Function, and Assembly

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 edition. Excerpt: ...Ours the grief that maketh wise, We, the people are the masters, Tyrants fall when we arise; Nurtured by long years of wrong, We are ready, we are strong. Ho my brothers we are strong, Hearts of all that would be free, Never yet a nobler song, Led the way to victory, On our banner line on line, Freedom, Truth, and Progress shine. Freedom all alike may share, Truth the pole star overhead, Progress higher heights to dare, Battle cry might rouse the dead. Ii8 Song of the People. Ours the fight, our fathers fought, Shall their strength be spent for nought? Can we hold their memry dear, Yet their sacred cause forego? Let who will be dumb with fear, Braver spirits answer---no Not for class, or great, or small, But the common good of all. Rise my brothers for the right, Rise their day is past recall, Galling fetters in our might Break asunder once for all, Ours the hands shall clear the way, Robe, and crown, the better day. THE DYING YEAR. Gather round Where he lies; Sleep profound Seals his eyes. Hearken now, Final breath, Darkend brow, This is death. Good or ill, Done before, Cold and still, Evermore. Solemn hour, This, the last, Awful power, Present, Past, I2O The Dying Year. Hearts may thrill As of yore--Cold and still, Evermore. Royal throne, Cot and hall, Death alone Ruleth all. Clasped hands, Prayers nor tears, His commands Interferes. Night hath fled, Morning light, Lay our dead Out of sight. Selfish thrall, Hate, and spite, Bury all Out of sight. The Dying Year. 121 Doubt nor fear, Hope is strong, Sweet and clear, Hear her song. Wrong shall fail, Truth the pure Shall prevail And endure. Silken chain, Shore to shore, Peace will reign Evermore. _ MOTHERLESS. Sing, little darlings, in the twilight dim The hymn--your mothers...

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