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poems by mary baker eddy
THE UNITED STATES TO GREAT BRITAIN
AIL, brother! fling thy banner To the billows and the breeze; We proffer thee warm welcome With our hand, though not our knees. Lord of the main and manor! Thy palm, in ancient day, Didst rock the country's cradle That wakes thy laureate's lay.
The hoar fight is forgotten; Our eagle, like the dove, Returns to bless a bridal Betokened from above.
List, brother! angels whisper To Judah's sceptered race,—"Thou of the self-same spirit, Allied by nations' grace,
"Wouldst cheer the hosts of heaven; For Anglo-Israel, lo! Is marching under orders; His hand averts the blow."
