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A song of hate is a song of Hell; / Some there be that sing it well. / Let them sing it loud and long, / We lift our hearts in a loftier song: / We lift our hearts to Heaven above, / Singing the glory of her we love, -- / _England! _
Glory of thought and glory of deed, / Glory of Hampden and Runnymede; / Glory of ships that sought far goals, / Glory of swords and glory of souls! / Glory of songs mounting as birds, / Glory immortal of magical words; / Glory of Milton, glory of Nelson, / Tragical glory of Gordon and Scott; / Glory of Shelley, glory of Sidney, / Glory transcendent that perishes not, -- / Hers is the story, hers be the glory, / _England! _