
He stands straight as an arrow,
With the weight of all the world on his shoulders.
He looks toward the rising sun,
And his eyes do not close against its brilliance.
At his back bay all the demons of hell,
But he stands his ground and points the way home.
A tattered and smoldering flag hangs above his head;
He renders a lonely salute regardless of who sees it.
The earth around him falls away into darkness,
But he stands firmly upon the Constitution.
The man of duty has built his house upon the rock,
and the fool has built his house upon the sand.
Like Noah, carrying his beams through a gauntlet of laughter,
His honest toil is the strangest sight in the land,
He does not permit his surroundings to define the man --
He betters his world in any way he can.
Others fear and others falter,
Others mock and try to halt her,
But steadily he stands,
Holding Freedom's hand.
The man of duty sees us through,
A shepherding hand to point to truth.
Shadows rise but cannot fight
His simple, pure, and wholesome light.
