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Band: Third Day Album: Miracle Year: 2012 "I will remember the works of the Lord: surely I will remember thy wonders of old. I will meditate also of all thy work, and talk of thy doings. Thy way, O God, is in the sanctuary: who is so great a God as our God? Thou art the God that doest wonders" (Psalm 77:11-14)

Westphalia 1855 Lake Lucerne 1858 Wind River Country 1859 The Wolf River, Kansas c. 1859 Echo Lake, Franconia Mountains, New Hampshire 1861 The Fishing Fleet 1862 Sunlight and Shadow 1862 Oregon Trail 1863 Yosemite Valley c. 1863~1875 Looking Down Yosemite Valley, California 1865 Among the Sierra Nevada Mountains, California 1868 Emigrants Crossing the Plains (The Oregon Trail) 1869 Glen Ellis Falls 1869 The Grizzly Giant Sequoia, Mariposa Grove, California c. 1872~1873 Yosemite Valley, Glacier Point Trail c. 1873 Giant Redwood Trees of California 1874 Sunrise on the Matterhorn 1875 or later Light in the Forest 1877 The Falls of St. Anthony c. 1880~1887 Indian Sunset: Deer by a Lake c. 1880~1890 Indian Canoe 1886

A Mother's Day poem, I'll write for you, Waiting on my dinner and smelling the stew; Hope she remembers I like it hot, Plenty of vegetables, right in the pot. She knows garlic makes me ill, And too much pepper gives me a chill, Never touchy pork in the summer time, Her appetite's a little different than mine. Don't know why I have to wait, Dinner'd be ready if she hadn't started so late, Spent too much time a mowin' the grass. Been thru sooner, if she'd only work fast. But I'll forgive her, this neglect of me, Won't gripe much, just let things be. Keepin' a family going, ain't all play, And after all, this is MOTHER'S DAY. _________________________________________________ Variety Store, Oh Variety Store, where did you go ? When I go shopping, I do miss you so, Cant find the little things in a great big store, Cant find anything for a dime any more The shoelaces I always bought for a dime When I finally find...

by John Greenleaf Whittier "O LADY fair, these silks of mine are beautiful and rare,— The richest web of the Indian loom, which beauty's queen might wear; And my pearls are pure as thy own fair neck, with whose radiant light they vie; I have brought them with me a weary way,—will my gentle lady buy?" The lady smiled on the worn old man through the dark and clustering curls Which veiled her brow, as she bent to view his silks and glittering pearls; And she placed their price in the old man's hand, and lightly turned away, But she paused at the wanderer's earnest call,—"My gentle lady, stay!" "O lady fair, I have yet a gem which a purer lustre flings, Than the diamond flash of the jewelled crown on the lofty brow of kings; A wonderful pearl of exceeding price, whose virtue shall not decay, Whose light shall be as a spell to thee and a blessing on thy way!" The lady glanced at the mirroring steel where her form of g...