Would you sell your boy for a stack of gold?
Would you miss that hand that is yours to hold?
Would you take a fortune and never see
The man, in a few brief years, he'll be?
Suppose that his body were racked with pain,
How much would you pay for his health again?

Is there money enough in the world today
To buy your boy? Could a monarch pay
You silver and gold in so large a sum
That you'd have him blinded or sticken dumb?
How much would you take, if you had the choice,
Never to hear, in this world, his voice?

How much would you take in exchange for all
The joy that is wrapped in that youngster small?
Are there diamonds enough in the mines of earth
To equal your dreams of that youngster's worth?
Would you give up the hours that he's on your knee
The richest man in the world to be?

You may prate of gold, but your fortune lies,
And you know it well, in your boy's bright eyes.
And there's nothing that money can buy or do
That means so much as that boy to you.
Well, which does the most of your time employ,
The chase for gold — or that splendid boy?

We are mark'd to homeschool, we are enow
To do our God glory; and if to live,
The fewer the Christian homeschoolers,
The greater share of honor !

God's will!  I pray thee,
Wish not one homeschooler more
If it be a sin to covet service to our Triune King,
We are the most offending souls alive.

God's peace !
We would not lose so great an honor!
Proclaim it through the host,
That those that hath no stomach for this fight,
Let them depart !
We would not homeschool in that person's company
That fears to serve Christ with us!

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will say to his neighbors,
"These are the battles we had to go through
With the State to homeschool."

Old men forget, yet all shall be forgot,
But homeschoolers will remember with advantages
What feats they did in that day,
The name of homeschooler shall be familiar
In their mouths as household words.

This story shall the good parent teach his son,
And homeschoolers shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But homeschoolers in it shall be rememberéd, —

We few, we happy few,
We band of Christian homeschoolers;
For he to-day that sweats his brow in Christian education,
Shall be our brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition.

And those that are in the government schools asleep a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they did not homeschool;
And shall hold their government indoctrination cheap
Whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon
Christian homeschooling's finest hour.