What You Possess In The World Will

Look Around For A Place To Sow A Few Seeds.

Oh, It's Home Again And Home Again, America For Me! I Want A Ship That's Westward Bound To Plough The Rolling Sea To The Blessed Land Of Room Enough Beyond The Ocean Bars, Where The Air Is Full Of Sunlight And The Flag Is Full Of Stars.

Heaven Is Blest With Perfect Rest, But The Blessing Of Earth Is Toil.

I Know That Europe's Wonderful, Yet Something Seems To Lack;the Past Is Too Much With Her, And The People Looking Back.

The Simple Life Which Blandly Ignores All Care And Conflict, Soon Becomes Flabby And Invertebrate, Sentimental And Gelatinous.