Tuesday, May 20, 2014


That rivers would edify,
And sullen weather would brighten 
My magnanimity, my warmth, my 
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 

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