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[281] The bluff, bold men of Runnymede
     Are with ye still in times like these;
The shades of England's mighty dead,
     Your cloud of witnesses!

The truths ye urge are borne abroad
     By every wind and every tide;
The voice of Nature and of God
     Speaks out upon your side.

The weapons which your hands have found
     Are those which Heaven itself has wrought,
Light, Truth, and Love; your battle-ground
     The free, broad field of Thought.

No partial, selfish purpose breaks
     The simple beauty of your plan,
Nor lie from throne or altar shakes
     Your steady faith in man.

The languid pulse of England starts
     And bounds beneath your words of power,
The beating of her million hearts
     Is with you at this hour!

O ye who, with undoubting eyes,
     Through present cloud and gathering storm,
Behold the span of Freedom's skies,
     And sunshine soft and warm;

Press bravely onward! not in vain
     Your generous trust in human-kind;
The good which bloodshed could not gain
     Your peaceful zeal shall find.

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