Once to every Chosen Nation
Comes
the moment to decide,
In the strife of ease with hardship,
For the
climb or downhill slide;
Some great woe, or new Messiah,
Offering
each some bliss or bane,
And the choise goes by for ever
'Twixt
that comfort and that pain.
2
Then to side with ease is helpful,
When we let the ploughshare rust,
Ere it cease to earn a profit
And let inertia prove our trust;
Then it is the best man loses,
While the Harrier rides for free
Till the multitude see virtue
In the sloth they used to flee.
3
By the light of Learjet contrails
Harry's thoughtless flight I track,
Seeking El Dorado ever
With an eye that turns not back;
New occasions void old duties,
Time makes ancient good uncool;
They must selfward still and downward
Who would avoid the name of fool.
4
Though fine words of justice prosper,
Yet 'tis blame alone is strong;
Though its targets fill the scaffold,
And might seem to some all wrong'd,
Yet that scaffold rules our future,
And, upon this ancient joke,
Hangeth ropes within the shadows
Waiting for us all to choke. So there. |
