While Liberty stands high above Earth's sordid strains,
Her loving torch ablaze, unblighted down brash years
Wherein poor good-intentioned saints were put to shame,
And nations languished insincere with anxious fears,
There springs glad Hope, for she has dried her passioned tears
On seeing how that flame burns undisturbed o'erhead..
"When Liberty, however vexed, is thus displayed,
We shall requite those wasted times with joy.." she said.
Oh! Such a prize is this beneath wide, patient skies,
Proud Freedom is reward for ethical discharge
Of duties laid incumbent universally
Through life, in full respect of each race set at large;
Is there not seen within that graceful stance..esteem..?
Esteem for that which God shall vindicate at length..?
Choice Liberty cannot be arrogate nor siezed,
Or else it is not Liberty and, lacking strength
Engenders slavery, that dark corrupt deceit,
When Honour once again must wield his sword
To bring her out, new-cleansed and healed before the face
Of mortal men..redeemed and blessed by life's Creator Lord.
See there that flame as ships pass to and fro in peace,
As contrails whisper in the welkin's vaprous height,
While Liberty stands high above Earth's sordid strains,
Hearts are inspired to seek for and maintain the right;
Within glad years of Hope its ray shall cheer her heart,
Brave Honour guard and cherish all things grand..
Hold to those promises this torch invokes worldwide,
Writ clear is welcome..and ungloved that outstretched hand.
