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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Brittania's Throne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MIRROR of the trackless sky, <br>Priestess of its changing mood, <br>Ere thy shores were piled on high <br>Thou didst feel God’s Spirit brood; <br>Thou didst hear His word alone;— <br>Be thou still Britannia’s throne. <br> <br>From thy deeps the creeping things <br>Spread through cove and brook and fen, <br>Changing scales for soaring wings <br>And the mould of mortal men; <br>From thy womb the world hath grown! <br>Be thou still Britannia’s throne. <br> <br>Then among the happier ones <br>Filing in millennial train, <br>Thou didst make us favoured sons, <br>Teaching us to rule and reign: <br>Thou didst call us for thine own— <br>Be thou still Britannia’s throne. <br> <br>Mighty Mistress, thou didst school <br>England’s heart in all thy ways; <br>May she learn no nicer rule <br>In the ease of after days; <br>For the greatness we have known <br>Be thou still Britannia’s throne. <br> <br>For the passion of our plea, <br>For the memory of our brave, <br>For the fights we fought for thee, <br>For the bones that thou dost lave, <br>For the love that we have shown! <br>Be thou still Britannia’s throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Maquarie">Arthur Maquarie</a><div class=q>
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Priestess of its changing mood, 
Ere thy shores were piled on high 
Thou didst feel God’s Spirit brood; 
Thou didst hear His word alone;— 
Be thou still Britannia’s throne. 
 
From thy deeps the creeping things ..."></div>
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