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 And we shall conquer. Though their eagles fly Through heaven, around this ancient isle unite Powers that were never vanquished in the fight, The unconquerable Powers that cannot lie.

But they who challenge Truth, Law, Justice, all The bases on which God and man stand sure Throughout all ages, fools!—they thought us torn So far with discord that the blow might fall Unanswered; and, while those Powers endure, This is our answer: Unity and Scorn.

We trust not in the multitude of an host. Nations that greatly builded, greatly stand. In those dark hours, the Splendour of a Hand Has moved behind the darkness, till that coast Where hate and faction seemed to triumph most Reveals itself—a buckler and a brand, Our rough-hewn work, shining o'er sea and land, But shaped to nobler ends than man could boast.