Time Is: Too Slow For Those Who

Like Water Spilt Upon The Ground--alas, Our Little Lives Flow Swiftly On And Pass; Yet May They Bring Rich Harvests And Green Grass!

Oh, It's Home Again And Home Again, America For Me! I Want A Ship That's Westward Bound To Plough The Rolling Sea To The Blessed Land Of Room Enough Beyond The Ocean Bars, Where The Air Is Full Of Sunlight And The Flag Is Full Of Stars.

Come, My Friend, Forget Your Foes, And Leave Your Fears Behind, And Wander Forth To Try Your Luck, With Cheerful, Quiet Mind; For Be Your Fortune Great Or Small, You Take What God Will Give, And All The Day Your Heart Will Say, "'tis Luck Enough To Live.

Religion? Yes, I Know It Well; I've Heard Its Prayers And Creeds, And Seen Men Put Them All To Shame With Poor, Half-hearted Deeds. They Follow Christ, But Far Away; They Wander And They Doubt. I'll Serve Him In A Better Way, And Live His Precepts Out.

Heaven Often Seems Distant And Unknown, But If He Who Made The Road... Is Our Guide, We Need Not Fear To Lose The Way.