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to the many doth the earth Owe what she hath of good, The many would not stir life's depths, And could not if they would. It is some individual mind That moves the common cause: To single efforts England owes Her knowledge, faith, and laws.

Too much by small low interests bound, We track our selfish way, Careless if hope to-day still takes Its tone from yesterday. We look upon our daily path, We do not look beyond, Forgetful of the brotherhood In nature's mighty bond.

England, how glorious thine estate! How lovely thine array! Thou art the throned Island Queen Whom land and sea obey. Responsible is power, and owns The holiest debt on earth— A strict account it owes that Heaven From whence it had its birth.

Can such be rendered up by thee? Does neither guilt nor shame— Guilt to redress—shame to efface— Shade thy imperial name? Thou who dost ask for wealth and rule Wherever rolls the sea, O Island Queen! how rests the claim That millions have on thee.