Mother of Exiles From her beaconhand

God is a casualty

God is a casualty

How many kill how many no real statistics of that

Mother of Exiles From her beaconhand

Loosing the worms of crime injustice and corruption

we can make our lives sublime

Phenomenally

The airbridged harbor that twin towns frame

Than ours a pal to man to whom thou sayst

Lodg'd with me futile but my spirit more twisted

Of marble men and maidens overwrought

Of marble men and maidens overwrought

Beg to stare into your warm black diamond eyes

I venture to the far corners of the planet

And departing leave behind us

Doth God correct daylabour light denied

Beautiful is the 'thank you'

Not to the sensual ear but more endeard

I say