justice, daughter of fair time

JUSTICE DAUGHTER OF FAIR TIME
(Sapele In A New Robe)

(To the tune of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”,
“Rock of ages cleft for me” or “Do your Best and Leave the
Rest”).

1. Justice, daughter of fair time,
Forthing you as peaceful dove;
Bringing you in joyous clime,
Time, most blest, from God above.
Joy in fate, your time has come;
Bid we you in sweet welcome.

2. Godwin, goodly son of day,
Bold as day, as morning bright;
’Tose’s son of forward sway;
Sway of light apart from night.
Bid we you with trumpet call,
Call of love of no grim fall.

3. Gnomic texts are hard to make!
Glassy eyes are hard to read!
Furl me up as pole-like rake,
Grudge of old in spiteful lead!
Crocus buds of ancient lore,
Cleans pure heart from guilt of yore.

4. Wox me strong in ruthless love!
Purl me now with streams of joy –
Deltan streams – in happy cove
Prow our ships with careful ploy.
Breed rare love in fairest hearts,
As your ship from crime departs.

5. Save us now from hateful teen,
Groomed in hearts of lowly boors;
Reared full curst with ugly sheen,
Like rot petals in fair flowers.
Prow us now to land of gold,
Joyous land of dainty old.

6. Keel the yacht to joyous clime;
Happy times are come with you,
Graceful times, removed from crime;
Justice rings in moral view.
Come bless us as love would do,
Bless us full with pigeon’s coo!

7. Pique me with songs of glad land,
Land removed from hateful spite;
Land unmoved by treach’ry grand,
Far removed from evil sprite
Come to us with fervent song,
Joyful songs, with happy gong.

8. Cobra’s ire is hard to tame,
Soakt in fumes of angry hood.
You are sure to know the game,
Calming ire of crime and rude.
Lo, we se your calming face.
Radiant bright like satin lace.

9. Flower in buds of gentle air
Bouncing fresh with piquant zeal,
Fruiting seeds in regal fare,
Like sweet petals in her feel.
Come, oh come, our sagely friend –
Friend of love – without the Fiend

10. Justice daughter of prime time;
Comes in rushing gusts of grace,
In sweet airs of times most prime;
Like pure silver in your face.
Now is time to leap for hope,
Radiant hope of jolly scope.


11. Do your best and leave rest,
Men speak thrash of princely sons.
Lies in pack of witless best,
Brave in mouths of evil scions.
Come lead us with knowledge blest,
Do your best and leave the rest.