| I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above
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| Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love
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| The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test
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| That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best
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| The love that never falters, the love that pays the price
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| The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice
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| I heard my country calling, away across the sea
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| Across the waste of waters she calls and calls to me
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| Her sword is girded at her side, her helmet on her head
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| And round her feet are lying the dying and the dead
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| I hear the noise of battle, the thunder of her guns
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| I haste to thee my mother, a son among thy sons
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| And there’s another country, I’ve heard of long ago
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| Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know
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| We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
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| Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
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| And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase
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| And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace |