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.

For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.

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.

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

Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,Whose truths electrify the sage.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.