Man Said, "i Am Tired Of Kings!

Oh, It's Home Again And Home Again, America For Me! I Want A Ship That's Westward Bound To Plough The Rolling Sea To The Blessed Land Of Room Enough Beyond The Ocean Bars, Where The Air Is Full Of Sunlight And The Flag Is Full Of Stars.

Memory Is A Capricious And Arbitrary Creature. You Never Can Tell What Pebble She Will Pick Up From The Shore Of Life To Keep Among Her Treasures, Or What Inconspicuous Flower Of The Field She Will Preserve As The Symbol Of "thoughts That Do Often Lie Too Deep For Tears." . . . And Yet I Do Not Doubt That The Most Important Things Are Always The Best Remembered.

All Thy Works With Joy Surround Thee, God Of Glory, Lord Of Love; Stars And Angels Sing Around Thee, Center Of Unbroken Praise. Field And Forest, Vale And Mountain, Flowery Meadow, Flashing Sea, Chanting Bird And Flowing Fountain, Call Us To Rejoice In Thee.

Natural Beauty And Wonder Are Priceless Heirlooms Which God Has Bestowed Upon Our Nation. How Shall We Escape The Contempt Of The Coming Generation If We Suffer This Irreplaceable Heritage To Be Wasted?

No Amount Of Energy Will Take The Place Of Thought. A Strenuous Life With Its Eyes Shut Is A Kind Of Wild Insanity.