Liberty
Shadow, but absence of light-time.
Darkness, a stage for the dawn.
Freedom, but call to men’s heart-strings.
Liberty, easily gone.
When every mountain a teacher,
then every moment, a school.
When every wise man a pauper,
then every student, a fool.
When freedom’s cast, but a shadow,
then freedom’s ring, is but mute.
When freedom lasts not the hour,
then freedom’s champ’ion, a brute.
Here is my mountain, my teacher!
Here is my moment, my school!
Here, find the student, oh wisemen!
Here, find the pauper, oh fools.
Cast away e-very shadow!
Ring, ‘till the stone hears my cry!
Then freedom last through the ev’ning!
Then freedom’s champ’ion, am I!
Shadow, but absence of light-time.
Darkness, a stage for the dawn.
Freedom: The call makes my heart sing!
Liberty, once again: Won.
Copyright © Bradley Howey | Year Posted 2022
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