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| MEN of my blood, you English men! | |
| From misty hill and misty fen, | |
| From cot, and town, and plough, and moor, | |
| Come in—before I shut the door! | |
| Into my courtyard paved with stones | 5 |
| That keep the names, that keep the bones, | |
| Of none but English men who came | |
| Free of their lives, to guard my fame. | |
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| I am your native land who bred | |
| No driven heart, no driven head; | 10 |
| I fly a flag in every sea | |
| Round the old Earth, of Liberty! | |
| I am the Land that boasts a crown; | |
| The sun comes up, the sun goes down— | |
| And never men may say of me, | 15 |
| Mine is a breed that is not free. | |
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| I have a wreath! My forehead wears | |
| A hundred leaves—a hundred years | |
| I never knew the words: “You must!” | |
| And shall my wreath return to dust? | 20 |
| Freemen! The door is yet ajar; | |
| From northern star to southern star, | |
| O ye who count and ye who delve, | |
| Come in—before my clock strikes twelve! | |
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