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Land of hope and glory, mother of the free,
how shall we extol thee, Who are born of thee?
Wider still, and wider shall thy bounds be set
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet!
Dear land of hope, thy hope is crowned
God make thee mightier yet!
On sov'rain brows, beloved, renowned
once more thy crown is set.
Thine equal laws, by freedom gained,
have ruled thee well and long
By freedom gained, by truth maintained
thine Empire shall be strong.
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Thy fame is ancient as the days
as ocean large and wide
A pride that dares, and heeds not praise,
a stern and silent pride.
Not that false joy that dreams content
with what our sires have won
The blood a hero sire hath spent
still nerves a hero son.*
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*Nein, damit ist natürlich nicht gemeint, daß es ihn nervt, sondern