The Masters
Oh, who is the Lord of the land of life,When hotly goes the fray?When, fierce we smile in the midst of strifeThen whom shall we obey?
Oh, Love is the Lord of the land of lifeWho holds a monarch’s sway;He wends with wish of maid and wife,And him you must obey.
Then who is the Lord of the land of life,At setting of the sun?Whose word shall sway when Peace is rifeAnd all the fray is done?
Then Death is the Lord of the land of life,When your hot race is run.Meet then his scythe and, pruning-knifeWhen the fray is lost or won.