But Sad As Angels For The Good

The Proud, The Cold Untroubled Heart Of Stone, That Never Mused On Sorrow But Its Own.

Although No Words Can Really Help To Ease The Loss You Bear, Just Know That You Are Very Close In Every Thought And Prayer. To Live In Hearts We Leave Behind Is Not To Die.

Better Be Courted And Jilted Than Never Be Courted At All.

Who Hath Not Own'd, With Rapture-smitten Frame, The Power Of Grace, The Magic Of A Name.

Our Land, The First Garden Of Liberty's Tree-- It Has Been, And Shall Be, The Land Of The Free.