Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Masters lyrics

OH, who is the Lord of the land of life, When hotly goes the fray? When, fierce we smile in the midst of strife Then whom shall we obey? Oh, Love is the Lord of the land of life Who holds a monarch's sway; He wends with wish of maid and wife, And him you must obey. Then who is the Lord of the land of life, At setting of the sun? Whose word shall sway when Peace is rife And all the fray is done? Then d**h is the Lord of the land of life, When your hot race is run. Meet then his scythe and pruning-knife When the fray is lost or won.