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Set in this stormy Northern sea, / Queen of these restless fields of tide, / England! what shall men say of thee, / Before whose feet the worlds divide?
The earth, a brittle globe of glass, / Lies in the hollow of thy hand, / And through its heart of crystal pass, / Like shadows through a twilight land, / The spears of crimson-suited war, / The long white-crested waves of fight, / And all the deadly fires which are / The torches of the lords of Night.