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The eternal all--sire from his throne, our isle Regarding; these Imperial shores, the while Earth's orb rolls round, shewn, eminent in his eye, World--blessing, thus words forth his Deity: Let faith her rites, her creeds, to Israel trace Whose wise belief, God one, his destined place Hallows. Let flow from Graecia's subtile race That trains man's mind to know life's good supreme, Earth's lore, earth's art; owe Christendom which draws From Rome its states, to Rome its rights; its laws Of peace; of war; and justice sacred beam. Prize brighter, Britain, thine than any sun's proud gleam; The freedom of mankind be Britain's cause. To science, learning, law, religion, she Who prime of nations, scorning to defile Her shores with slavery (Heaven then blessed the isle) Adds Nature's grace, life's glory, to be free. In this pure cause, Britannia, fare thou forth; Thy fleets, thy hosts, thy people round the earth; Elect of powers; in wealth most; first in worth: Tyrant and slave make cease from all of human birth. Mother of empire, native to command, Whose stern self--rule to fickler realms makes known A love which serves, but serving, awes, the throne; Hope, yet, and aid, of thrall in every land; Thy generous heart, well moved towards equal states, Or subject; wishing all the like free fates; Councils elect, the common good to advise; Not princely will to obey as solely wise, Nor serve the vacillant crowd's impulsive cries; To this proud folk, war--humbled, yielding back Their kings; to these, the peace, the faith they lack; Preaching, in thousand tongues, to every nation; To either Ind; and many an isle that waits Thy sway; soul so men's brotherhood consecrates, The oracles divine of man's salvation: All good things owning in thy vast domain, And scattering free, that every land obtain, Near or afar; each one's redundancy To other given; with thee, sufficeing gain; Just and unjust being shewn like equity; Know that thou standest, in Heaven's impartial eye, Head state, chief pattern, of humanity. Hope, therefore, of thy kind; of mightiest sons Queen--mother; sons who are born to o'erlord the states Which stand to rule earth's bounds; broad seas; rough straits That clime with clime link in strict unions, Be thine to sway; and hold the keys of ocean's gates; For the world's safety, and freedom's, fortified. Thy valour, which contemned a world 'gainst thee In arms contestant, both by shore and tide, Foes vanquished pitying, grateful is to me: More grateful still to mark thine almonry; Kind help, oft sole, of all who help require; Souls from dread earthquake saved, far o'er the sea; From shipwrack: famine; pest; the death--breath'd fire Of earth--embowelled mines; from wasteful ire Of hurricane; from flame--vomiting volcan's pyre, Snatched; scarcely snatched; or, crown of natural ills, From city immerging flood; of clouds and hills The ravageous heir:-- Most, that thou dost desire, Though in virtue matched by warlike mastery, But what's to all just; nought else will'st to be; Anothers due seek'st not; nor, wrongly gained, Or erringly, wouldst wish one hour retained: The world astound. Thee, therefore, ne'er to fail Of heaven's approof, and thine own conscience, meet And laudable judges, many a race shall greet Just, or benevolent, fate. To thee, from states Mornwards, where tribes, thou strivest with scant avail To teach truth, now in re--throned potentates Gladdening, tread earth's star--nighest peaks; from mead, With rose and violet sweet, of Cyprus, freed From age--long bonds of serfdom, and her feet, Loosed from old ways of wanton vanities, Shall rise just praise; from Ithakan isle, and these, Septinsular, ornaments of the sacred seas, And guardians. Egypt's swarthy swarm with face A while avert, shall yet thy heart's embrace Seek; and once blind, to clear sight soon restored, Her liberator salute, of Heaven's just Lord Upon earth's orb thrice greatest ministress. Thee Far southening Afric's kinglings, dusk--skinned race, Captured but from captivity freed, and waived The Conqueror's right, let praise for sceptres saved; And the unidolatrous Queen who from the face Of her broad isle her own false gods to flame, Her lieges theirs consigned,--their erewhile shame,-- Shall worshipping laud, and with hymns grateful grace. Earth is to God a star; of stars the prime; Britain, be thou in virtues through all time, A sign enlightening man's immortal race. Earth's leader land, and light of right, in thee May honest states their moral model see. Hope of the hopeless exile doomed to roam By despots, from his birth--land; hope and home: Auspicious sponsor, who, when teeming earth Brings a new nation, unsuspect, to birth Aye smilest; be thou blessed! One thoughtless mass, The many idolled nations come, and pass, And perish, who of me unmindful, pray To stocks, stones. Egypt to the spoil I gave, Though wise to teach the life beyond the grave, Men and their gods; gods wrought of gold or clay. The Assyrian's, Persian's sceptres, both, I broke, Who, soul--slaves, worshipped, those, my ministers, And servitors of light to men; while these, Who falsely hailed a two--fold godhead's yoke, The truth triumphant won to faith and ease; Nor all the crowd of godlings Greece and Rome Bred, bare, or buried, from my righteous glaive Their kingdoms, when fate willed their end and doom, Could aught avail them to prolong, or save. Thou, never this wise erring. God alone Adoring, and thy worship proud to own, Chance--fall, nor time--lapse dread. Thy will, thy power. Thy sun, for ever orient, even as land To land succeeds on thy serene command, These empire coasts deployed without all bound, Imperial realm, fail nought; till earth's last hour All ruinous, not from me hid, with dire sound Strike; and that hand disperse, which gave her place, And being, with this whole, in boundless space. Isle dear to God and man, first born o' the sea; All thy heart bids, and mind approves, let be. To lands less blessed, teach Freedom's joys and charms; Teach bodily, mental, social liberty. Thine to make men, as mine to make man, free. Fear not the snares of peace, nor war's alarms; And leave with Heaven the issue of--Our arms.
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