When To The Cross I Turn My

There Is A Flower, A Little Flower With Silver Crest And Golden Eye, That Welcomes Every Changing Hour, And Weathers Every Sky.

When The Good Man Yields His Breath (for The Good Man Never Dies).

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.

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

Yet Nightly Pitch My Moving Tent, A Day's March Nearer Home.