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You have guarded from danger the shrine
Where I worship when toiling is through,
But, oh, wonderful country of mine,
How little have I done for you!
I have taken your gifts without thought,
I have reveled in joys that you gave,
That I see now with blood had been bought,
The blood of your earlier braves.
I have lived without making one sign
That the source of my riches I knew,
Now, oh, wonderful country of mine,
I’m here to do something for you!
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