Finis Coronat Opus

Upon the oceans, long ago,  Did bold explorers bravely show Their strength and will upon the seas, Far off from home and lives of ease, For lands afar, ‘neath curious skies; Adventure called with every tide. The years did pass, and more then sailed In mighty ships, ‘mid stormy gale; They braved the doldrums, crossed the sea, They planted flags on foreign beach, And generations after thrived Upon the lands these men did find. And then, through many tens of years, As lands were settled on this sphere, And maps were made of islands far,  And oceans deep were drawn on charts; What now, of ventures bold and grand, When all the earth is known to man? So some strong hearts above did gaze, As did their forbears in past days, And looked upon the heavens fair, To stars, and moon, and empty air, And set their minds to go and see What wonders past the skies there be. A sea of stars they sail upon, On silent tides, where winds are gone, And seek they knowledge, wonders vast, Beyond horizon...

When men beneath a yoke of kings Pass all their lives in thrall. And dare not think of liberty Lest to despair they fall; When lords aloft in castles great Send forth their men to wars, And care they not what be their fate Beyond the palace doors; When freedom’s light still burns beyond The mist of tyranny, Tis duty’s call, to break such bonds, And fight for liberty.

How long has mem’ry ceased to be Among a people free, And how long shall a country last, Forgetful of her past? Shall deeds of valor fade away, Like light at end of day, And tales of men in battle brave Lie with them in the grave? And what becomes of culture built On Justice’s strong hill, When no man living knows her name Except in twisted frame? Great men did not their lives forsake That children might then break The choicest gems of freedom dear, And yoke of bondage wear.

In western land, across the sea, Where men of old fought to be free From tyrant’s cruel scepter grim, And did at last their country win, They statutes wrote, and laws did pass, ‘Neath which no crooked king could last. Protected they the rights of all, To life, and liberty, and call To work their pleasure, joy pursue, And safeguards to their line embue; Great words and laws and deeds were done In early days ‘neath freedom’s sun. Yet o’er the years, these rights forgot The leaders of this nation; naught But power, wealth, and station high Did ever catch their greedy eye, And right to life was swift denied The weakest ones, in dreadful pride. When nation great forgets from whence It grew and nourished hope long since, And flees from God, Who granted peace And gave all people liberty, Then ought we rise, and plead, and fight, Repent in heart, and strive for life.

Once, in years gone by, there stood Among his fellows bold, A young man, principled and good, Who virtue high did hold. The land oppressed ‘neath tyrant’s rod Now groaned beneath the strain, And those who lived on New World sod Sang freedom’s blest refrain. But kings who ruthless reign upon A twisted throne of greed Will always seek to salt the ground Wherein grows liberty. And as upon the youthful land The tyrant’s gauntlet grasped, This young man stood, no sword in hand, His gaze as clear as glass, And called he to his countrymen Who long had borne the yoke Of despot mad, and soldiers grim, And to his peers he spoke, And asked if life, or peace so sweet, Could chains of slav’ry buy, Or whether, with him would they be, To freedom gain, or die. For liberty is precious, dear, And sacred gift of God; And we ought not, with vision clear, Live ‘neath a despot’s rod.

In land of progress great and vast, Where countless legends lived and passed, Though young, as yet this nation seems Compared to ancient realms and kings; This people, o’er the decades long Wrought deeds of greatness told in song, And pressed through torment, storm, and war, To honor those who came before. Yet now, in years of rest and ease, Unheard, on deafness fall the pleas To hold aloft the memories old Of forbears and their deeds so bold. For while there once, enshrined in stone, Lay tributes in the legends’ homes, Downcast the pillars lie from view, No vision, strength, or hope imbue. Cast not upon the sodden ground The honor to ancestors bound, And speak their names, and tell their deeds, Lest Time erase the nations free.