Payday Came And With It

Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Set Us To Work Anew.

Our Hearts Where They Rocked Our Cradle, Our Love Where We Spent Our Toil, And Our Faith, And Our Hope, And Our Honor, We Pledge To Our Native Soil. God Gave All Men All Earth To Love, But Since Our Hearts Are Small, Ordained For Each One Spot Should Prove Beloved Over All.

They Shut The Road Through The Woods Seventy Years Ago. Weather And Rain Have Undone It Again, And Now You Would Never Know There Was Once A Road Through The Woods

Those Who Only Know England Know Not England.

Often And Often Afterwards, The Beloved Aunt Would Ask Me Why I Had Never Told Anyone How I Was Being Treated. Children Tell Little More Than Animals, For What Comes To Them They Accept As Eternally Established.