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Oh country, marvel of the earth!
 Oh realm to sudden greatness grown!
The age that gloried in thy birth,
 Shall it behold thee overthrown?
Shall traitors lay that greatness low?
No, land of Hope and Blessing, No!

And we, who wear thy glorious name,
 Shall we, like cravens, stand apart,
When those whom thou hast trusted aim
 The death blow at thy generous heart?
Forth goes the battle cry, and lo!
Hosts rise in harness, shouting, No!

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