O Leave This Barren Spot To Me!

Beauty's Witching Sway Is Now To Me A Star That's Fallen-a Dream That's Passed Away.

Our Land, The First Garden Of Liberty's Tree-- It Has Been, And Shall Be, The Land Of The Free.

The Only Thing That Is Fundamental (real) Is Consciousness Itself; All Else Is Virtual- I.e., A Result Of An Exchange Of Information Within Consciousness.

The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began, Dropt On The World--a Sacred Gift To Man.

Ye Mariners Of England! That Guard Our Native Seas; Whose Flag Has Braved A Thousand Years, The Battle And The Breeze!