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It is God's answer. Though, for many a year,
   This land forgot the faith that made her great,
      Now, as her fleets cast off the North Sea foam,
Casting aside all faction and all fear,
   Thrice-armed in all the majesty of her fate,
      Britain remembers, and her sword stikes home.