There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

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

When to the cross I turn my eyes,And rest on Calvary,O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,I must remember Thee.

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.

There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.

Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?

Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.