State of Our Nation
Happy the citizen, and happy them alone,
They who can call this great nation their own:
They who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for we have lived today.
Be fights or peace or hate or love
The joys we’ve possessed, our gift from above.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what’s been, has been, and we’ve yet had our finest hour.
*This poem is a creation modeled after Happy The Man by John Dryden, credit original. All modifications are credit to my own hand.