But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

The only thing that is fundamental (real) is consciousness itself; all else is virtual- i.e., a result of an exchange of information within consciousness.

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel.

What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between.

United States, your banner wears Two emblems--one of fame; Alas! the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame. Your banner's constellation types White freedom with its stars, But what's the meaning of the stripes? They mean your negroes' scars.

Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.