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It is a glorious task to guide The vessel thro’ the dashing tide When dark is the tumultuous sea And thunder-clouds are on the lea, While war notes mount upon the wind From the fierce storm that rides behind.

And such a task it is to steer A people in their high career, When old opinions war, and change Is sudden, violent, and strange; And men recall the past, to say, So shall not be the coming day.

Such time is passing o’er our land, New thoughts arise—new hopes expand, And man knows in his own strong will It is his purpose to fulfil: In the fierce contest of such hour, How mighty is the leader’s power.

More glorious than the conqueror’s brand, The rule entrusted to such hand. From it the past and present claim The rights they teach, the hopes they frame: Do what the island of the free; What England should expect of thee!