Gone Are The Birds That Were Our

The Twilight Is Sad And Cloudy, The Wind Blows Wild And Free, And Like The Wings Of Sea-birds Flash The White Caps Of The Sea.

Hope Has As Many Lives As A Cat Or A King.

Let Us Then, Be Up And Doing.

Thinking The Deed, And Not The Creed, Would Help Us In Our Utmost Need.

Listen My Children And You Shall Hear, Of The Midnight Ride Of Paul Revere