19th-century Lyricist Quotes

Eubie Blake
Adolphe-Basile Routhier
Samuel Francis Smith

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God. Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

And Spaniards and Dutchmen, and Frenchmen and such men,
As foemen did curse them, the bowmen of England!
No other land could nurse them
But their motherland, Old England!
And on her broad bosom did they ever thrive!

O Canada! Land of our forefathers
Thy brow is wreathed with a glorious garland of flowers.
As is thy arm ready to wield the sword,
So also is it ready to carry the cross.

Adolphe-Basile Routhier
Adolphe-Basile Routhier
Now laughing friends deride tears I cannot hide,
So I smile and say 'When a lovely flame dies,
Smoke gets in your eyes.'

At the age of ninety-three, when asked at what age the sex drive goes:
You'll have to ask somebody older than me.

Eubie Blake
Eubie Blake
If you cannot be great, be willing to serve God in that which is small. If you cannot do great things for Him, cheerfully do little ones. If you cannot be an Aaron to serve at the altar, or a Moses to guide the tribes, consent to be "a little maid" to Xaaman the Syrian, for the honor of God's prophets, or a little child, for Christ's sake, to be set by Him in the midst of the people, as an illustration of the sweetness of humility.

Samuel Francis Smith
Samuel Francis Smith
That Shakespearian rag,—
Most intelligent, very elegant.

He's making a list And checking it twice,
Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice,
Santa Claus is comin' to town.

Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold Shine upon my brow today;
Life is fading fast away.