Nobody Shoulders A Rifle In Defense Of

Hark! I Hear The Tramp Of Thousands, And Of Armèd Men The Hum; Lo, A Nation's Hosts Have Gathered Round The Quick Alarming Drum Saying, Come, Freemen, Come! Ere Your Heritage Be Wasted, Said The Quick Alarming Drum.

Nobody Shoulders A Rifle In Defense Of A Boarding House.

A Bird In The Hand Is A Certainty, But A Bird In The Bush May Sing.

Never A Tear Bedims The Eye That Time And Patience Will Not Dry.

There Is Peace In The Swamp, Though The Quiet Is Death