When I Was Lost, by Stephen Grant

When I was lost and had no hope,

In a dismal southern bay,

I gave my soul to a patriot

As handsome as the day.


His hair was blond, his skin porcelain,

His teeth a glistening white:

He said for sake of folk and country,

All good men must fight.


When I asked why, he smiled,

And placed a hand upon my face.

For all the marvels of the world, said he,

We are lost without our race.


So I sat with him in growing wonder,

As he spoke with blazing eyes.

And in his silken, honeyed voice,

He told me lovely lies.



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