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Rh From the palm to the pine,

From the snow to the line,

Brothers together

And children of Thee.

God guard our Indian brothers,

The Children of the Sun,

Guide us and walk beside us,

Until Thy will be done.

To all be equal measure,

Whate'er his blood or birth,

Till we shall build as Thou hast willed

O'er all Thy fruitful Earth.

May we maintain the story

Of honest, fearless right!

Not ours, not ours the Glory!

What are we in Thy sight?