(Blessed nation on still water lies)


Blessed nation on still water lies

Sheltered by the blue of gentle skies.

Wealth springs up on every mountain fold

And buried rivers run with liquid gold.

The sun so loves each hollow of your face

She seeks to touch each grain of sand with grace,

And kisses every leaf and stem with care

And sends refreshing rain to wash thy hair.

How can good Nature sigh with even pace

When her heart must breaking, die in place.

To see her new born child so soon decline

Dear babe with origin divine.

 

Men seek to build a god of loftier claim

A teeming boundless void without a name

They censor right and charge the truth with leaven

To hide the God in whose likeness they are given

Toss out his law which rules society

Pollute themselves, their own divinity.

 

Shut in cities they seek the country space

And spend their harried lives in endless race.

Time is life’s most blessed commodity

To beat the clock and have an hour free

Becomes the purpose of the day until

Man finds himself treading satan’s mill.

And every man must have his share of things

His castle, cars his robes and jeweled rings,

Lest his woman hides her face in shame

For she has fewer than the neighboring dame.

Wives and mothers to the world must flee

To help support their lives of luxury

Children starved of love and natural care

Teach themselves, of wisdom unaware

Some are driven mad in infancy

Others grow to foul delinquency.

A nation well preserved in alcohol

Well clothed in cheap gaudy folderol.

A hundred million dragons spewing smoke

Blindly beckon to the axman’s stroke

Marriage becomes convenient strategy

To gain approval of society.

A former wife is to another wed

Before the day has cooled her husband’s bed.

The youth are lost in base vulgarity

With vulgar songs and vulgar things to see,

In places where for a little fee

They park and love in immorality.

Some in desperate trial to rebel

Are swallowed in the vortices of hell

They leave behind responsibility

In the name of art to sin they flee

And seek a cellar’s darkness for their days

To spend their nights in drugged and drunken daze.