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ENGLAND'S ANSWER
[Christmas, 1895]
What frantic words are these from over sea?
Shall we, whose fathers in one womb have lain,
Disown our lineage, unearth again
With sacrilegious hands the sword? Shall we,
The nurselings of one mighty mother's knee,
Invoke upon our heads the curse of Cain,
Affront the sacred face of Peace, and stain
With kindred blood the brows of Liberty?
Brothers, not so! Our proudest sue to wear
The favours of your pearls of maidenhood;
Your cities boast our ancient names; we share
One mother-tongue, profess one faith in God.
Bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh, forbear!
We love you, with a love as warm as blood.
The favours of your pearls of maidenhood;
Your cities boast our ancient names; we share
One mother-tongue, profess one faith in God.
Bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh, forbear!
We love you, with a love as warm as blood.
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