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     I stand by Empire's primal springs;
And princes meet,
     In every street,
And hear the tread of uncrowned kings!

Hark! through the crowd
     The laugh runs loud,
Beneath the sad, rebuking moon.
     God save the land
A careless hand
     May shake or swerve ere morrow's neon!

No jest is this;
     One cast amiss
May blast the hope of Freedom's year.
     Oh, take me where
Are hearts of prayer,
     And foreheads bowed in reverent fear!

Not lightly fall
     Beyond recall
The written scrolls a breath can float;
     The crowning fact
The kingliest act
     Of Freedom is the freeman's vote!

For pearls that gem
     A diadem
The diver in the deep sea dies;
     The regal right
We boast to-night
     Is ours through costlier sacrifice;

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