Martin Robertson

Now and Then

Recessional

Your freedom, which our fathers stole

in careless, unregenerate days,

and we enjoyed, we hand back whole,

improved indeed in many ways,

encrusted with the interest

of road and parliament and school,

the priceless blessings of the West

to make your future viable,

your ordered future.  

 

Hardly seen,

all in a mist of blood is hid.

Not upon us our fathers’ sin

but on your children visited.