Warm lights are on the sleepy uplands waningBeneath dark clouds along the horizon rolled,Till the slant sunbeams through the fringes rainingBathe all the hills in melancholy gold.
You didn’t just part the Red Sea you rolled it back, dried it up and left exposed, for all the world to see, the naked desert that is statism. And then, as if that weren’t enough, you gave the world something different, something in its weariness it desperately needed, the sound of laughter and the sight of the rich, green uplands of freedom.buckley, william f., jr.
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