The Word Book Acted As A Transient

Liberty Lends Us Her Wings And Hope Guides Us By Her Star.

I Am Anchored On A Resolve You Cannot Shake. My Heart, My Conscience Shall Dispose Of My Hand - They Only. Know This At Last.

[i]n His Presence I Thoroughly Lived.

My Rest Might Have Been Blissful Enough, Only A Sad Heart Broke It.

Nervous Alarms Should Always Be Communicated, That They May Be Dissipated.