At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue; / Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.

Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray / Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still.

I am a libertarian with a small 'l' and a Republican with a capital 'R'. And I am a Republican with a capital 'R' on grounds of expediency, not on principle.

Grass is greener in other pastures