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The Nation's Hymn
It has stirred me like the voice of homeWorld over, wheresoe'er
Assembled Britons chant the hymn
That is a nation's prayer.
But most my heart has felt its call
In mighty battleships,
Where solemn unison inspires
A thousand fervent lips.
Yet, when I heard it yestereve
I questioned if before
The sense of all it symbolised
Had ever moved me more.
For first the unseen viol-strings
Recalled to hearts oppressed
The anthems that are silenced now
In nations dispossessed;
Then strong, as if atoning, swelled
That hymn the British sing
Serene with faith undaunted,
Our own God Save the King.
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