Only of recent have I known how clear
No flower would perish in her grasp.
Why can’t you see this and feel for your
Nature, mother, show us to resist and clasp.
Tell me how I can help it, Freedom is
I feel it in my happy land, I breathe it nowhere.
I visit the prairies, no such flowers to be found
I tell you to grab hold of it, you plead me not to dare.
Keep it your toil not to dare you, clever
Do you want, also, to step out of the way?
Remember me, when you can, every now and
After the harm you will cause to the light of the day.