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Rh  The land where Caedmon saw the light, Where Chaucer shaped his harmonies, Whose Shakespeare fathom'd all that is, Whose Milton rose to starry height.

To her whose light shall e'er increase, Whose might in countless foemen's spite From land to land shall spread aright, Whose right to rule shall ne'er decrease,

To her who ever shall be bright, I, prone to perish, offer these Decaying, dying melodies, I, rushing into endless night.

 

