Tis Human Actions Paint The Chart Of

Prayer Is The Soul's Sincere Desire, Uttered Or Unexpressed, The Motion Of A Hidden Fire That Trembles In The Breast. Prayer Is The Burden Of A Sigh, The Falling Of A Tear, The Upward Glancing Of An Eye When None But God Is Near.

Bliss In Possession Will Not Last; Remembered Joys Are Never Past.

We Fought The Revolutionary War For No Taxation Without Representation, It Seems To Me That We Are Much Worse Off Today, Because We Are Heavily Taxed, And Only The King's Corporations Control This Country, Together With Mob Rule, Of The Special Interests.

Nature's Prime Favourites Were The Pelicans; High-fed, Long-lived, And Sociable And Free.

If God Hath Made This World So Fair, Where Sin And Death Abound, How Beautiful Beyond Compare Will Paradise Be Found!