Beauty resides in prudence
The tiniest stone sit and ‘tis
The make of what comes
To head in ways as won

Together we set a time to take
The will of man to new escapes
Loving and adorning all to make
Evidence of what is keep sake.

My honor upholds the worn
Bewildered brinking through the ocean
Yet sorrowful in such scorn
Set a bleak strength in the motion.

Remembering what is due
Is a course of action so in touch
With hemp and so reasonable
We praise our ways of much.