O‘ Brief Light of Liberty
Let me breathe one final breath
Of your unfoul‘d air… then be on your way.
In what ”ere land you may next endure,
Fare thee well; Good-bye; Bonjour;
God-speed; perish not; ardently I pray.
Though I watch in dismay, my nation decay;
Her children confounded; oblivious; at play.
May we embrace once again… another day?