Had I but seen the same as she, Had I but witnessed the foes' Cree', To annihilate Pacifica and her first son, And attempted what they should've shun, I would have fired them a broadside, And if I had just my heart to shoot - that too- beside, But finally none of them prevailed, Each one -as history proved true- failed. And she heard as it were, Because she stood always there, And she looked and beheld, How devastation dreadfully smelled, She cried so unhappily loud, That those left behind solemnly vowed, Of us you shall be proud anew, And our ideals we strongly pursue. Still Pacifica wears her clothes,