Nation of man, ye mortal kings, boast
Most high on synthetic thrones. 'Men of nation,
Freedom named; abundance in pleasures, for obedience
To law: Let loose thy tongue, blood be spent,
In name of law, Freedom reigns.'
With heavenly thunder, Father; King of kings,
Thus opposed. 'Blinded by immoral desires,
Haveth forgot thou Master? Thou Creator? Speak of freedom,
As if a god, depart from I, rewarded not!'

Like the fruit, rooted into the belly of the stream,
Which flows with life, under the radiate sun;
Never to spoil, nor bitter to the tongue.
Pays no heed to the frozen winds, for not a crack
In the trunk, snap of a branch, nor the
Silent fall of a single leaf.