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Chapter 117 ENGLAND
England, queen of the waves, whose green inviolate girdle enrings thee round,
Mother fair as the morning, where is now the place of thy foemen found?
Still the sea that salutes us free proclaims them stricken, acclaims thee crowned.
Time may change, and the skies grow strange with signs of treason, and fraud, and fear:
Foes in union of
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