Memories of President Lincoln. The ship has weathered every wrack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting. Memories of President Lincoln. 7412 Liberty is to be subserved, whatever occurs. To a Foiled European Revolutionaire.
Peace is always beautiful.
Laws for Creations. To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.