the glories of the olde
the promise of the new...things yet to come
what will guide thee
what roads will be taken
thankful for what little has been
keeping the cup watered
for what was once small
will grow in abundance
the glories of the olde
the promise of things yet to come
never to forget
the beginning...the promise made to my country
...my god...my world
to fulfill these glories
into greater promise
olde glories...new promises
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