Page:A Treasury of South African Poetry.djvu/249

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Deep are the constant seas that lave her,
Close bound the British hearts that save her.
One arm! one hope! one thought! one soul!
Sworn fast to keep her Empire whole!
Nay, never shall old England be
Shorn of her rank by land or sea!

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