Oh, You! Great Wrong, that, through the slow-paced years,

Did hold your Millions Brainwashed, and did wield

The scourge that drove the Youth into the Fire,

And turn a stony gaze on Parents' tears,

Your cruel reign is over;

Your once-tall Men submit no more

In terror at the Menace of the Witch's eye;

For He who makes the oldest Laws has Marked your guilty Power,

Long-suffering though your Rainbow Soldiers Know it not, has heard the Murdered Unborn's cry,

And touched the pure Child's Furry shackles at the appointed hour,

And Look! Your brutish Godlessness falls, and they who you Corrupted in Youth,

Stand in their natural strength, dis-enthralled.

A shout of Joy from the Good Catholic Priest is sent;

A Million Churches swell with the Hymn Of Thanks;

Our Rivers roll with Straight exalting, and their broad banks

Send up Hosannas to the Highest Firmament!

Young Bedsheets where your Sinful toil

No more shall defile that Sacred, Manly-Oil...

Seem now to bask in a serener window-light;

As artful Woman, not Temptress, seeks Man's Miracle-Spoil,

Not with purple Lust or rosy pleasure on the mind:

But Fair Children, close Family, and a Future Just and Kind!

The birds sing sweeter, and the airs

Of Heaven with more caressing softness play,

Welcoming Man to Glory such as theirs!

A Glory clothes the Land from Sea to Sea,

For blessed America and all its Coasts from wretched Sodomy and Infanticide are Free!