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And thrilled by loyalty of love,
They come, thy sons from shores afar ; Thy Flag, fair floating on the breeze Beckons them o'er the trackless seas.
So far and near, so one and all,
Though each one differs from the others, We stand together as of old,
For round the Flag we all are brothers. And so we close our ranks to be The phalanx, which is victory.
— Isaac Gregory Smith.
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