Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.
Time is eternity begun.
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.
The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
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.
When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark.