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Rh Far off there is a realm of wonder,—

Know you its name?

No region the wide heavens under

Could be the same!—

So calm, productive, full of beauty;

Unto contentment so inviting!

A Land, through service and through duty,

The past and future so uniting

That Death itself them may not sunder!—

Know you its name?

Back of the centuries its birth-hour lonely

Men vainly seek:

Of its beginnings legend only

And myth may speak:

Ere Greece of beauty dreamed, or Rome of power,

In some mysterious, unrecorded hour,

Darkling from hushed obscurity it sprung

When the Nile gods and the Vedas yet were young.