Liberty

That rivers would edify,

And sullen weather would brighten 

for;

My magnanimity, my warmth, my 

hearth,

She is the face the sun rose for,

And pillaged;

The honour of men,

The beloved of all good men, 

Liberty unfurls her wings, 

Aways to open skies.

Sweet soil, as dearth as good men;

Blood will not quench

The sleeping soldiers beneath,

And malingerers;

They avail the last of hopes

Into the sea, 

As if decay

Cannot touch the rising sun.

Time will pass,

The past will come to passing,

Liberty stands watching,

While old men talk,

young men shout,

All the while traipsing,

This good earth, forgotten like the 

wind.