We set sail to distant lands,
To fertile plains with leafy fans,
Farms and food we build and grow,
For a great civilization we plow.
The meadows green and honey sweet,
Several trees, even strong ones like teak,
The forests lush and deep,
Loads of lumber to reap
A quarry lying asleep,
Limestone to crack,
Carry them to slopes steep,
Walls to build to protect our keep
A mine runs in the deep,
Veins of gold, silver heaps,
Coins to mint, money to make,
Prosperity is ours to take,
A senate to make,
Decisions to take,
Taxes to rake,
From trades that awake
A city to build,
With people to fill,
Trades to open,
To be a merchant’s haven
Thus we sail on with dreams aloft,
From rough clay we mould,
Our power impossible to curb and control,
We unleash ourselves to this New World.
No comments:
Post a Comment