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 I have spread its fold o'er the dying, adrift in a

hopeless sea ; I have hurled it swift on the slaver, and seen the

slave set free.

My basking sunfish know it, and wheeling albatross, Where the lone wave fills with fire beneath the

Southern Cross. What is the Flag of England? Ye have but my

reefs to dare, Ye have but my seas to furrow. Go forth, for it

is there ! '

The East Wind roared: 'From the Kurilcs, the

Bitter Seas, I come, And me men call the Home-Wind, fof I bring

. the English home. Look look well to your shipping! Uy the breath

of my mad typhoon

I swept your close-packed Praya and beached your best at Kowloon !

The reeling junks behind me and the racing seas before,

I raped your richest roadstead I plundered Sing- apore !

I set my hand on the Hoogli ; as a hooded snake she rose,

And I heaved your stoutest steamers to roost with the startled crows.

Never the lotos closes, never the wild-fowl wake.

Hut a soul goes out on the ICast Wind that died for England's sake

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