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: Tho….

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

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….

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

Tis human actions paint the chart of time..

Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?.

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

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

Baptize the nations! far and nigh,The triumphs of the cross recordThe name of Jesus glorify,Till every people call Him Lord..

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

Gashed with honourable scars,Low in Glory's lap they lie;Though they fell, they fell like stars,Streaming splendour through the sky..

While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn..

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn..

The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike..

Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew..

Hymns should have unity, graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts, a conscious progress, a sense of completeness and be easily understood..

Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down..

When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark..

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh,….

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

The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky..