Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.
Grant us brotherhood, not only for this day but for all our years - a brotherhood not of words but of acts and deeds. - Stephen Vincent Benet
Grant us brotherhood, not only for this day but for all our years - a brotherhood not of words but of acts and deeds.
- Stephen Vincent Benet
Our earth is but a small star in a great universe. Yet of it we can make, if we choose, a planet unvexxed by war, untroubled by hunger or fear, undiv… - Stephen Vincent Benet
Our earth is but a small star in a great universe. Yet of it we can make, if we choose, a planet unvexxed by war, untroubled by hunger or fear, undiv…
We do not fight for the real but for shadows we make. A flag is a piece of cloth and a word is a sound, But we make them something neither cloth nor … - Stephen Vincent Benet
We do not fight for the real but for shadows we make. A flag is a piece of cloth and a word is a sound, But we make them something neither cloth nor …
Life was a storm to wander through. - Stephen Vincent Benet
Life was a storm to wander through.
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. - Stephen Vincent Benet
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you might die of the truth. - Stephen Vincent Benet
Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you might die of the truth.
We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom. - Stephen Vincent Benet
We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.
I shall not rest quiet in Montparnasse. I shall not lie easy at Winchelsea. You may bury my body in Sussex grass, You may bury my tongue at Champm… - Stephen Vincent Benet
I shall not rest quiet in Montparnasse. I shall not lie easy at Winchelsea. You may bury my body in Sussex grass, You may bury my tongue at Champm…
Life is not lost by dying! Life is lost, Minute by minute, day by dragging day, In all the thousand, small, uncaring ways... - Stephen Vincent Benet
Life is not lost by dying! Life is lost, Minute by minute, day by dragging day, In all the thousand, small, uncaring ways...
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