I Love Your Hills And

In The Long Vista Of The Years To Roll,\ Let Me Not See My Country's Honor Fade;\ Oh! Let Me See Our Land Retain Its Soul!\ Her Pride In Freedom, And Not Freedom's Shade.

To Hope "when By My Solitary Hearth I Sit, And Hateful Thoughts Enwrap My Soul In Gloom; When No Fair Dreams Before My 'mind's Eye' Flit, And The Bare Heath Of Life Presents No Bloom; Sweet Hope, Ethereal Balm Upon Me Shed, And Wave Thy Silver Pinions O'er My Head.

My Mind Has Been The Most Discontented And Restless One That Ever Was Put Into A Body Too Small For It.

Its Better To Lose Your Ego To The One You Love Than To Lose The One You Love To Your Ego

The Creature Has A Purpose, And His Eyes Are Bright With It.