Giving Thought

Angels and ministers of grace defended us

Love is proof of the dimly lit justice

And that spark of beauty may have failed

To ignite in us been sailed uncaught

In our fathers' hands on dry desert plains

That push from our cradle we wailed

And fell from blissful ignorant purity

Nailed to our crosses of thought now we

Dance in our victories hammers in hand

Dance while proclaiming that this is our land

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