Life Is Like A Cup Of Tea,

I Have Read A Fiery Gospel Writ In Burnished Rows Of Steel: "as Ye Deal With My Contemners, So With You My Grace Shall Deal; Let The Hero, Born Of Woman, Crush The Serpent With His Heel, Since God Is Marching On.

The Flag Of Our Stately Battles, Not Struggles Of Wrath And Greed, Its Stripes Were A Holy Lesson, Its Spangles A Deathless Creed: 't Was Red With The Blood Of Freemen And White With The Fear Of The Foe; And The Stars That Fight In Their Courses 'gainst Tyrants Its Symbols Know.

Much Of The Work Of Every Life Is Done In The Dark.

All The Sugar Was In The Bottom Of The Cup.

I Shall Stick To My Resolution Of Writing Always What I Think No Matter Whom It Offends.