The Vermont Mountains Stretch Extended Straight; New

The Rain To The Wind Said, You Push And I'll Pelt.' They So Smote The Garden Bed That The Flowers Actually Knelt, And Lay Lodged--though Not Dead. I Know How The Flowers Felt.

Pressed Into Service Means Pressed Out Of Shape.

One Age Is Like Another For The Soul.

And Nothing To Look Backward To With Pride, And Nothing To Look Forward To With Hope.

What Makes A Nation In The Beginning Is A Good Piece Of Geography.