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Your land is crowned with regal men, / Whose brows ne'er wore a diadem -- / The men who, in our hour of need, / Reached out their hands and bade God speed.
Who watched across the distant strand / The anguish of our fainting land, / And grandly made our cause their own, / Till Slavery tottered on her throne.
When Slavery, full of wrath and strife, / Was clutching at the Nation's life, / How precious were your words of cheer / That fell upon the listening ear.
And when did Fame, with glowing pen, / Record the deeds of nobler men -- / The men who, facing want and pain, / Loved freedom more than paltry gain.
O noble men! ye bravely stood / True to our country's highest good; / May God, who saw your aims and ends, / Forever bless our English friends!