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England, So Long Mistress Of The Sea, Where Winds And Waves Confess Her Sovereignty, Her Ancient Triumphs Yet On High Shall Bear And Reign The Sovereign Of The Conquered Air.

The Insect-youth Are On The Wing, Eager To Taste The Honied Spring, And Float Amid The Liquid Noon!

Ye Towers Of Julius, London's Lasting Shame, With Many A Foul And Midnight Murder Fed.

And Moody Madness Laughing Wild Amid Severest Woe.

Scatter Plenty O'er A Smiling Land.