To-morrow — oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies With still small voice the moments say: "To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise.

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.

Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.

Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down.

Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.

When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).

We fought the Revolutionary War for no taxation without representation, it seems to me that we are much worse off today, because we are heavily taxed, and only the king's corporations control this Country, together with mob rule, of the special interests.