No, Freedom Has A Thousand

Now Stir The Fire, And Close The Shutters Fast, Let Fall The Curtains, Wheel The Sofa Around, And While The Bubbling And Loud-hissing Urn Throws Up A Steamy Column, And The Cups That Cheer But Not Inebriate, Wait On Each, So Let Us Welcome Peaceful Evening In

Could He With Reason Murmur At His Case, Himself Sole Author Of His Own Disgrace?

Lights Of The World, And Stars Of Human Race.

[my Kitten] Is Dressed In A Tortoise-shell Suit, And I Know You Will Delight In Her.

To See The Law By Christ Fulfilled, And Hear His Pardoning Voice Changes A Slave Into A Child, And Duty Into Choice.