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ENGLAND: AN ODE.
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and rising sun
Clasp and lighten in climes that brighten with day when
day that was here is done,
Call aloud on their children, proud with trust that future
and past are one.
Far and near from the swan's nest here the storm-birds
bred of her fair white breast,
Sons whose home was the sea-wave's foam, have borne
the fame of her east and west;
North and south has the storm-wind's mouth rung praise
of England and England's quest.
