The time approaches.
It can be seen.
In but a year,
If we are here,
We'll get to see
If we should flee
Across the sea
And seek new land.
We understand
That the command
May well demand
We take a stand,
But we well know
That what we show
Can stand few blows
That others throw,
Not with fists, no.
We can scarce go
Against that flow;
We'd feed the crow.
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