with reason and with nature too

[fledgist]

 our task is to destroy the trade of kings

looking past mountains to the open plain

we reach the place we seek on outspread wings

 

of little value are the golden things

piled high upon the smiling traitor's wain

our task is to destroy the trade of kings

 

the freshest water from the coolest springs

must serve to cool each brow and cleanse the stain

we reach the place we seek on outspread wings

 

no one expects to bear each of the swings

from past to future but we can't abstain

our task is to destroy the trade of kings

 

and so we must withstand the constant stings

of noisy insects and ignore the pain

we reach the place we seek on outspread wings

 

you can't ignore the loudest bell that rings

fervent with joy at the returning rain

our task is to destroy the trade of kings

we reach the place we seek on outspread wings