‘How to Freedom Be’
Make case for those whose first wind,
Don’t 're-tic-u-late' which side will win
Always swept by flourished breeze
Tell us how to freedom be
Remitted thus of shadowy rein
Guardian of our dusty pains
Submit to waning morrow’s ash
Shallow tributes to the last
Until morning fresh again
Parting stars of life begin
Every kind shall grateful be
Battle won that’s already free