We have no aspiration vain <br />For paradise Utopian, <br />And here in our sun-happy Spain, <br />Though man exploit his fellow man, <br />To high constraint we humbly yield, <br />And turn from politics to toil, <br />Content to till a kindly field <br />And bring forth bounty from the soil. <br /> <br />They tell us wars will never cease; <br />They sy the world is out of joint. <br />How well we Know! But peace is peace <br />Even imposed at pistol point. <br />And we have learnt our lesson well, <br />By many a death, by many a tear; <br />So let us live a feudal spell, - <br />The cost of freedom is too dear. <br /> <br />Let us be the cattle kind, <br />Praying the goad be not a sword; <br />In servitude obeying blind <br />The tyrant ruling of our Lord. <br />His army can be swift to slay, <br />His Church teach us humility . . . <br />But never never will we pay <br />Again blood-price for Liberty.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spanish-peasant/
