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How shalt thou be abased? or how shall fear take hold of thy heart? of thine,

England, maiden immortal, laden with charge of life and with hopes divine?

Earth shall wither, when eyes turned hither behold not light in her darkness shine.

England, none that is born thy son, and lives, by grace of thy glory, free,

Lives and yearns not at heart and burns with hope to serve as he worships thee;

None may sing thee: the sea-wind's wing beats down our songs as it hails the sea.

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[Pg 211]

TO A SEAMEW

When I had wings, my brother,

Such wings were mine as thine:

Such life my heart remembers

In all as wild Septembers

As this when life seems other,

Though sweet, than once was mine;

When I had wings, my brother,

Such wings were mine as thine.

Such life as thrills and quickens

The silence of thy flight,

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