Let every American, every lover of liberty, every well wisher to his posterity, swear by the blood of the Revolution, never to violate in the least particular, the laws of the country; and never to tolerate their violation by others.

As the patriots of seventy-six did to the support of the Declaration of Independence, so to the support of the Constitution and Laws, let every American pledge his life, his property, and his sacred honor; let every man remember that to violate the law, is to trample on the blood of his father, and to tear the charter of his own, and his children's liberty.

Let reverence for the laws, be breathed by every American mother, to the lisping babe, that prattles on her lap; let it be taught in schools, in seminaries, and in colleges; let it be written in Primers, spelling books, and in Almanacs; let it be preached from the pulpit, proclaimed in legislative halls, and enforced in courts of justice. And, in short, let it become the political religion of the nation; and Let the old and the young, the rich and the poor, the grave and the gay, of all sexes and tongues, and colors and conditions, sacrifice unceasingly upon its altars.

While ever a state of feeling, such as this, shall universally, or even, very generally prevail throughout the nation, vain will be every effort, and fruitless every attempt, to subvert our national freedom.


- Abraham Lincoln, January 27, 1838
  Address Before the Young Men's Lyceum of Springfield, Illinois

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

For Hailey




In memory of our beloved Hailey, who died Sunday night here at home, in her bed.

Hailey had cancer for the past 2 months and I have been taking care of her here at home. She has been such a devoted guardian that we were afraid she would resist crossing over, and so I sang this song by Tina Malia to her, nearly every day while she was sick.

I sang it to her as she was dying Sunday night.

She had a way of picking things out of our minds, so I hoped she would see the images from the song and know she was going to a safe and beautiful place... and to be brave. And she was, although she fought very hard to stay here with us.

She was truly one of a kind; brilliant, gentle, intuitive... old soul. It was such an honor to live with her. Even sick she was so happy every day to see us; so cheerful and gentle. Every morning we all rejoiced that she was still here.

Now we find ourselves looking for her, everywhere. So much light has gone out of our lives.

Shores of Avalon, By Tina Malia

Be Brave my love
The time has come
To cross the Tintagel sea
The fragrant air
The apple blossoms
Have all been beckonning

And there we'll stand
Looking out upon the world that we've known
All fear will be gone
When we reach the shores of Avalon

You'll be greeted there
By maidens fair
With eyes of the royal sea
In the garden
They will braid your hair
With violets and rosemary

And there we'll stand
Looking out upon the world that we've known
All fear will be gone
When we reach the shores of Avalon
When we reach the shores of Avalon
When we reach the shores of Avalon

Feel the wind
On your face
As we cross the stormy sea
Close your eyes
Don't look back
there's nothing left to see

The other night
You came to me
Like an angel you appeared
And we climbed
The endless sky
And held each other near

And there we'll stand
Looking out upon the world that we've known
All fear will be gone
When we reach the shores of Avalon
When we reach the shores of Avalon
When we reach the shores of Avalon

Be brave my love...

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