Blue Thou Art, Intensely Blue; Flower, Whence

Dark-green And Gemm'd With Flowers Of Snow, With Close Uncrowded Branches Spread Not Proudly High, Nor Meanly Low, A Graceful Myrtle Rear'd Its Head.

The Dove, On Silver Pinions, Winged Her Peaceful Way.

Yet Nightly Pitch My Moving Tent, A Day's March Nearer Home.

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, And Only The King's Corporations Control This Country, Together With Mob Rule, Of The Special Interests.

Baptize The Nations! Far And Nigh,the Triumphs Of The Cross Recordthe Name Of Jesus Glorify,till Every People Call Him Lord.