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 You have guarded from danger the shrine
 * Where I worship when toiling is through,

But, oh, wonderful country of mine,
 * How little have I done for you!

I have taken your gifts without thought,
 * I have reveled in joys that you gave,

That I see now with blood had been bought,
 * The blood of your earlier braves.

I have lived without making one sign
 * That the source of my riches I knew,

Now, oh, wonderful country of mine,
 * I’m here to do something for you!