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Monday looked like a very beachy day, despite the small surf. Windy, cool and cloudy is what I like. At least the sun isn't beating down on you. My skin was exposed to way too much sun for way too long. I should have been more careful about that in my younger days. It can have an accumulative effect that may not show up for years.
Looks like we'll soon have some bigger surf. Five to seven feet is decent. Of course the angles are important too.
DJ sent the following weather advisory.
Northern Brevard Barrier Islands-
337 AM EST Tue Jan 21 2025
...HIGH SURF ADVISORY IN EFFECT FROM 7 PM THIS EVENING TO 7 AM
EST WEDNESDAY...
* WHAT...Large breaking waves of 8 to 10 feet expected in the surf
zone tonight. High tide will occur at 130 am Wednesday.
* WHERE...Coastal Volusia, Mainland Northern Brevard and
Northern Brevard Barrier Islands Counties.
* WHEN...From 7 PM this evening to 7 AM EST Wednesday.
* IMPACTS...A period of North winds 25 to 35 mph with higher gusts
will produce rough, pounding surf, beach erosion and dangerous
swimming and surfing conditions.
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Several times yesterday I heard the Battle Hymn of the Republic played by bands.
The lyrics, coupled with a soldiers’ marching tune used during the Civil War, was a great contribution by a very talented lady, born in New York City in 1819.
One day, just outside Washington D.C., Howe, with her husband and some friends, watched as Union soldiers were going through their drills. As they marched they sang a song entitled “John Brown’s Body.” It began, “John Brown’s body lies a mouldering in the grave.” Mrs. Howe, having heard the song prior to that occasion, often prayed that she might write more suitable words for such a lilting, marching tune.
In recounting her songwriting experience she said, “I went to bed that night as usual and slept quite soundly. I awoke in the gray of the morning twilight; and, as I lay waiting for the dawn, the lines of a poem began to float through my mind. Having thought out all the stanzas, I said to myself, ‘I must get up and write these verses down, lest I fall asleep again and forget them.’ So, with a sudden effort, I sprang out of bed and found, in the dimness, an old stump of a pen which I remembered using the day before. I scrawled the verses almost without looking at the paper. I then went back to bed, being very careful not to wake my baby who was sleeping with me.”
Her lyrics, joined to the infectious marching tune, has for 138 years been a fixture in patriotic programs. The song also became a favorite of Abraham Lincoln. On one occasion, it was sung at a large rally attended by Lincoln. After the audience responded with loud applause, the president, with tears in his eyes, cried out, “Sing it again!”... (Source: Story behind the song: 'Battle Hymn of the Republic')
You often don't hear the words or all the verses and the words are important.
The Battle Hymn of the Republic Lyrics
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on."
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
While God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave,
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.
You will sometimes find it in church hymnals listed as Glory, Glory Halleluiah.
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