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Who would not be Proud of Old England?
1853.
Who would not be proud of old England,
With her great heart both tender and strong?
Aye ready to soften at sorrow,
Aye ready to kindle at wrong!
With her great heart both tender and strong?
Aye ready to soften at sorrow,
Aye ready to kindle at wrong!
To her friends a tall rock of the desert,
Whose fount with sweet water o'erflows;
An Etna in red-hot eruption,
And darting round death—to her foes
Whose fount with sweet water o'erflows;
An Etna in red-hot eruption,
And darting round death—to her foes
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Those rights which the nations still sigh for,
She, ages ago, made her own:
No slave she permits in her borders,
No tyrant she brooks in her throne!
She, ages ago, made her own:
No slave she permits in her borders,
No tyrant she brooks in her throne!
Supreme on her own mighty Island,
With the sea for her subject, she stands;
And millions obey her and love her,
Who never set foot on her sands!
With the sea for her subject, she stands;
And millions obey her and love her,
Who never set foot on her sands!
We are loath to think Liberty mortal—
Undying we hold her to be;
Yet Liberty's life is bound up with
The life of this Queen of the sea!
Undying we hold her to be;
Yet Liberty's life is bound up with
The life of this Queen of the sea!
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