Tact Is The Unsaid Part Of What

In Warlike Pomp, With Banners Flowing, The Regiments Of Autumn Stood: I Saw Their Gold And Scarlet Glowing From Every Hillside, Every Wood.

O' Who Will Walk With Me Along Lifes Merry Way? A Comrade Blithe And Full Of Glee, Who Dares To Laugh Out Loud And Free.

Heaven Is Blest With Perfect Rest, But The Blessing Of Earth Is Toil.

Love Is Not About Getting - But Giving.

But This I Know. Those Who Seek Him Will Do Well To Look Among The Poor And The Lowly, The Sorrowful And The Oppressed.