America Speaks to Her Children

"America decadent!" do you say

Of me who nurtures you, who gave you birth?

In tears you pray for my return to worth?

Rise from your knees. Let your hands keep my hearth

The clean and sacred shrine it was the day

Your nation's reverent fathers knelt to pray

For God to guide their minds, and through them sway

The destiny of freedom on the earth.

You are the banner of the Royal art.

Then clothed in robes of tolerance and grace

Drive "money changers" from my holy place.

From your own eyes bid beams of lust depart

That you may view the Temple in my heart

And see God's image in a brother's face.