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THE NAME OF ENGLAND.
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And proudly hath it floated
Through the battles of the sea,
When thy queenly flag o'er the smoke-wreaths play'd,
Like the lightning in its glee.
On wave, on rock, on bastion,
Its echoes have been known;
By a thousand streams the hearts lie low,
That have answer'd to its tone.
A thousand ancient mountains
Its pealing notes hath stirr'd;
Sound on, and on, for evermore,
Oh, thou victorious word!
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