He that planteth a tree is the servant of God, He provideth a kindness for many generations, And faces that he hath not seen shall bless him. - Henry van Dyke

Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul.

Oh, it’s home again, and home again, America for me!
I want a ship that’s westward bound to plow 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.

So it's home again, and home again, America for me!
My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be,
In the land of youth and freedom beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars!