Tis human actions paint the chart of time..

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years..

When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies)..

The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way..

Nature's prime favourites were the Pelicans; High-fed, long-lived, and sociable and free..

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

To-morrow — oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies Wit….

When to the cross I turn my eyes,And rest on Calvary,O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,I must remember Thee..

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

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

If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare Will paradise be found!.

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

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….

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….

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