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 HAIL

is our king to-day,

Bloom on the faded spray,

Dawn and her golden ray

After sad night;

Fled be the clouds that loom,

Routed the year-long gloom,

Shade of our Edward's tomb,

By the new Light!

Waft it, O breeze!

Whisper the Word on thy rustling wing,

Carry it over the leaping seas—

Kissing the dimly glittering sands—

To the lowly homes of far-off lands,

And the palaces of kings!

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