Crest of mighty prow rises upon churning waters ascending bright horizon.
Oaken craft of toil and labor spent, bounded by hopes and prayers
cares of a day of arbitrary royal rule
faded into hopes and tragedy; for time’s a patient mender.
She sails before ceaseless winds storming airs of yesteryears, matters made and undone
to exalt freedom of the individual.
Full born in awful strife
now long adrift in fearful seas
gone to wasteful days led so far astray, away fond heart.
Start anew, reborn in morn of grace; traced from jangling chains to favorite son
and change flows in paths home from war for it is only love that conquers
wonders grow, indifferent eyes become cruel;
youth passed, opporunities lost for abundance and new vigor.
In a shining new day our character counts courage of inspired processions
smiling souls bask in victorious November duel.
Cool breath of vital life
inhaled joy of dear liberty,
may war be left deep in shadows and peace become our great art.
Impart noble conscience, collect her will; never sever nor suffer to estrange
neither range from spirit, dawning light of creation; blessed inspiration to change.








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