Liberty, your torch shines undimmed by the years.
If our eyes have lost sight of you, it is our fault and not yours.
We have turned our vision away from the heights from which your flames shine,
and seen only that which divides.
Be our beacon, Mother of our nation,
and show us the way again.
Mother of Peoples,
unite your scattered children into one tribe,
one people, one country.
Serith, Ceisiwr — A Pagan Ritual Prayer Book