A Hymn To Thee Poem by Mason Carter

It is as hurting to depart from thee,
As it is to find a kid begin' in street.
Thou are to me than a hundred me
Yet less than the struggle for liberty.

Thy eyes let this poor heart shine,
As a comet rocketin' down the sky,
With the light of hope and love divine.
A blazin' flame that shall never die.

With a flame that equally drives,
When on each corner of this town,
A wage slave is seen burned alive.
We dare not speak against the crown.

Stars can't count what thou mean,
Dear Saint, to this heart- a sinner,
That for long in thy devotion lean
And to thee belong this soul sinner.

- Mason Carter