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To hear thy children's laughter voiced
 * In myriad tongues, and know that when

Their day is done within thy breast
 * They'll sleep again?

O silent Land! the winds that blow
 * Within men's hearts and fan the fire

Of hidden hopes and show the soul
 * Its own desire,

Have come to me from distant shores
 * And borne in broken whisperings

A tale that thrilled me like a tide
 * From rising springs.

The full-pressed wine of life my lips
 * Have never tasted, yet is known,

My heart, though held in bondage, leaps
 * To claim its own.

I know my lawful heritage.
 * Although I stand on alien ground;

I know what kingship is, although
 * I go uncrowned.