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TO BRITANNIA
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Sublime thy grief, Britannia! sons have crowned thee—
With hard-won laurels have enwreathed thy name:
Have shown the world the bulwark set around thee,
Adding new consecration to thy fame.
Nor have they blessed thee, only: Fate defying,
Others in lands remote shall fear contemn,
And find it easier, themselves denying,
To die like heroes, too,—remembering them.
They do not lie in lonely graves forsaken,
Who for high ends can so supremely dare;
From human hearts they can no more be taken,
And Immortality is with them there.
