Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav'n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.

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

A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love.

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

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

Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?