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[154] whose bosom lie sleeping so many of your best and bravest—those dauntless heroes who, when she stood ringed with fire, hedged her round with stubborn steel, and with their brave young blood wrote the name of ‘Georgia’ in crimson letters afresh in the very rubric of freedom; to you, too, our mother stretches forth her hand, which no longer wears its mailed glove, and bids you God's speed in that grand career of prosperity which has made the name of this mighty Commonwealth no less renowned in days of peace than in days of war, when she gave her all without grudge and without stint in defence of those principles which since the days of Runnymede have been the common heritage of all English-speaking folk.
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