Triumphal Arch, That Fill'st The Sky When

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

Although No Words Can Really Help To Ease The Loss You Bear, Just Know That You Are Very Close In Every Thought And Prayer. To Live In Hearts We Leave Behind Is Not To Die.

The Being Level Speaks The Language Of Art, Music, Color Shape And Pattern Directly -- A Language That Requires No Words -- Is Not Limited By Words -- Nor Does It Have The Specificity Of Words And Thus Cannot Be Broken Onto Parts That Can Be Manipulated Or Analyzed By The Intellect. It Must Be Swallowed, Whole Not Parsed, Sorted And Justified.

Oh, How Hard It Is To Find The One Just Suited To Our Mind!

But Sad As Angels For The Good Man's Sin, Weep To Record, And Blush To Give It In.