Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.

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

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

Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.

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.