"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. — Ralph Waldo Emerson. The Concord Hymn, First Stanza Engraved The Battle Monument, July 4, 1837.
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The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
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