Our Star, shining and multiplying the light as it passes through You. Queen of Diamonds, forged under the pressure of free will. Risk-Maiden, stacking the hands of those whose guile is limitless, yet are You also the Bear consuming the meat of Your weak and crippled prey. You are a fickle Mistress, though the Powers You govern are steady, even in the chaos of the Marketplace.
Hail, Lady of Rushing Bulls, Who tramples over false currency– that which does not feed the soul, or the stomach. You entreat us to be true, and to welcome the gains which we have earned, and to never sign away our Sovereign right to be secure in our own deeds.
Columbia, You were the Nameless Goddess Who was here before us, waiting to inspire this Nation. We did not understand the depth of Your lessons, and only now are some awakening to the debt we owe this Land of Your Jurisdiction, and the many Nations which preceded ours– still living, still struggling to be free.
My Lady, always fighting for the cause of Liberty, Your presence was known in small ways during harrowing times, and even when the shackles were slipped again over the wrists of free men and women, You did not fall silent, but raised Your mighty voice, until a chorus was sung in pursuit of the promise of self-governance.
Yet the road remains perilous, nor easily walked by those unwilling to risk their very lives. For to stand beside you in ease, Risk-Maiden, is to stand secure in the knowledge that Freedom can, and often will, be taken to the grave.
Hail Columbia, Risk-Maiden, Fair Goddess of America!