Stain My Eyes As I May, On

The Goldenrod Is Yellow, The Corn Is Turning Brown, The Trees In Apple Orchards With Fruit Are Bending Down.

Who Waits Until The Wind Shall Silent Keep Will Never Find The Ready Hour To Sow.

Motherhood Is Priced Of God, At Price No Man May Dare To Lessen Or Misunderstand.

There Is Nothing So Skillful In Its Own Defense As Imperious Pride.

On The King's Gate The Moss Grew Gray;the King Came Not. They Called Him Deadand Made His Eldest Son One Dayslave In His Father's Stead.