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Gaze where the hamlet's ivied church Gleams by the antique elm, Or where the minster lifts the cross High through the air's blue realm.

Martyrs have shower'd their free hearts' blood, That England's prayer might rise, From those grey fanes of thoughtful years, Unfetter'd, to the skies.

Along their aisles, beneath their trees, This earth's most glorious dust, Once fired with valour, wisdom, song, Is laid in holy trust.

Gaze on—gaze farther, farther yet— My gallant English Boy! Yon blue sea bears thy country's flag, The billows' pride and joy!