Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!

All that we behold is full of blessings.

Truth takes no account of centuries.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow

And I am happy when I sing.

I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.