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 Nation of sun and sin, 

Thy flowers and crimes are red, 

And thy heart is sore within 

''While the glory crowns thy head. ''

''Land of the songless birds. ''

''What was thine ancient crime. ''

Burning through lapse of time 

''Like a prophet's cursing words? ''

Aloes and myrrh and tears 

Mix in thy bitter wine : 

Drink while the cup is thine, 

Drink, for the draught is sign 

''Of thy reign in the coming years. ''