'Tis human actions paint the chart of time.

Dark-green and gemm’d with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear’d its head.

While rose-buds scarcely show’d their hue, But coyly linger’d on the thorn.

Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav’n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.

Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun’s noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix’d on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day’s march nearer home.

When evening closes Nature’s eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark.

There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form’d for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

The tulip’s petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.

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.