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

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

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

Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

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.

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.