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Rh They took ship and they took sail,

Raging, from her borders,—

In a little, none the less,

They forgat their sore duresse,

They forgave her waywardness

And returned for orders!

They esteemed her favour more

Than a Throne's foundation.

For the glory of her face

Bade farewell to breed and race—

Yea, and made their burial-place

Altar of a Nation!

Wherefore, being bought by blood

And by blood restorèd

To the arms that nearly lost,

She, because of all she cost,

Stands, a very woman, most

Perfect and adorèd!

On your feet, and let them know

This is why we love her!